dreams can move through fences and this black box

so cut the demon because it only weighs your eyes in corners
and

he hides in you, in the wee funnel and will move like sandals in
leaves & brambles, like Christ

making circles fall into
whole lines     blessing all
pinks of spring

you remember when holy nights

spangled your day
when – gondelier glances after sunset
& windows fell blue over streets
shaped like teardrops, silver-bulleted
& unbelievable

dreams woven by fingerpricks, and down-streams
marbles on your flying wings

molecules that splay on
one for every morning sun & cigarette,
tiny roads
lifting up the half-lowered lawn

binding even the indecipherable tree

a wind rising your blood with strings
to music words       thrown
into the sea

wouldn't you unearth shells

in tunes above all
first the whole then the flip
into days into days
with a Zeus laugh, so

            lazy

            into the unbuttoned air
      you wait ahead of the
            fire

lips touching

      black mountains in
            a cup