[6]

 

I will build things anew (angels [capacity

(I do not hold myself quietly [the tiny

tortured thing] for the spider was my

familiar—or my father’s familiar— 

[when I awake (how the equipment sings) 

I no longer know what strange-force familiars 

my system may attract] what angels 

capacity calls] for we awake) we awake

on the twilit factory floor (my face twice-

entwined to the moon’s I or eyes or “yes”

 

[7]

 

I will build things anew (with firefly anatomy   

pushpinned to a forest-for-the-trees [sieved    

through neural net, partitioned by an isthmus   

sky the sparrow-thought claims] its alphabetic

embrace a continuum of vacuum-tubed) canvas

stretched across a library globe, tan-skin tan

(the leather our embrace of pancreas, heart

wings [settle aside the symbol: come potentate,  

sever the latitude-longitude, open the X to   

ventricle (the ventricle to vessel [the vessel to   

 

[8]

 

I will build things anew in the catastrophe 

of sparrows, their headset eyes, headset wings

(the perhaps, an edit, a quarantine of debt,

a rhetoric of gain presupposing debt 

[I is the inertia, the lift my father’s debt—

I will build things anew in the opening,

the parallel engine of gravity and snow

placematting the words (hello, halo, progeny

a catastrophe of nouns, a wren’s singularity

the compost bin a haven of reform in excelsis 

 

[9]

 

I will build things anew (with the hangnail 

of a name tied to the lanyard of a name

[a Thomas or Tanya annotated duly

with skin and wind and the absence 

of wind]) I will clear away the outside 

of a name, where my face resided in (you

our fascination with radar [cinematic 

flickering that fictions hairs into a head—

a sparrow may fly through this moment

nary a world between] in-between skins 

 

[10]

 

I will build things anew in the unlocked 

committees splicing themselves into me

(you [corrode the stone for printing, (you

 practice ekphrasis, the sparrow halo wording 

the outside of words, a name against [I 

will build things anew (sewn in head-holding 

wings, an I held stable by committee 

and housed in a husk of maps [property, 

propriety, prosperity: into these we pleat 

perhaps, perhaps (little boxes of noise) perhaps