Sat in vented wet earth
            sponged and flushed
the brain
is a knot pain gets
caught on

The actual other hand
            the mercy canal
within the actual throat

as if
            fleeted silver
that Hancock I sewed to you
felt those limes
those pearled
fleshes

the present time is in fact
            an honest glancing piece of equipment
fields of cane
those slumping mountains
rolled in oil