for Alice

I was thinking

I was seeing you

Bricks in shape of a falcon maybe from above

I had all the instruments of thinking

I thought I did. --- I didn’t. --- but percolate

Oh Doctor Man Woman don’t let her go

I didn’t calm the anxiety in my hands

There were all your scriptures

Hagiographical reading

Depending on condition of sun & geography

There was being far away. No bedside

I was in nocturnes, the hour of true words

You turn on light by the bed in Chicago

Because I was lost in unfamiliar scope

“no literal meanings transmitted”

There was an unspoken mantra rented out

In the mind in the morning another dream

Time on a train in UK with Scots Jamey

You pregnant, the scenery like outcries rolling by

A Bach oratorio --- I want to be Vedic

I am reciting don’t go, again. recruit you

Bodies are our books, we need them, rumple stilts

There was the terror of an owl in the nocturne

Space of inverted light to earth the charge

You smasher of the un-luminous!

Calm is the thunder of bright stars when waiting

Over the Atlantic metrics beyond your song

Fly-over encounters what wants a whole life

May 19, 8:45 pm, Paris

I was thinking how we were spoken as poetry from the earth inside

Capsizes thinking of you

A diamond comes into the knot of a flame.