“a bright wave squelching between us…”

after Viviane Houle

a bright wave squelching between us
I always come to an end
a modest assembly
the cloud of sediment settles
temporarily expressed as a lake
between strands that would restitch
before I was a pendular motion
with its standing habits
like semi-precious metals
in another valley of the moon
we’d do best to leave alone
which is a way of saving
pools in any other state
are the first place of translation
you brighten the back and forth
though at scale I could be seen over
some call for the grounds of discovery
to dog across the opening with purpose
be it a lucky mode or more serious trades
then as a bell calling
where just a filament was enough
I lit a lamp on a corner
a field from their empty well

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