ii.
But, again, by that I mean something more
lone
Here is a volume of lore, palimpsest, gentle opacity
No one, after all, has flown, but has reverted back
from the bounce of the trampoline
I have seen you before We were together once
Elasticity has history, and limited duration
It's opacity's frame that makes a life raft, a cushion
Below the frame, our legs dangle
That weightless clarity, it could be mistaken for flight,
a semblance of knowledge But the bodies here are mine