Now the universe wants to be known for
Itself, isn’t that why we’re here
Popped out on this terrace the color of stars

Too much of a subject can interfere,
Be a drag, so subvert the procedure to which it refers
That the wisest course is to visit it just for fun,

Think of it starting out this way: in profile
Two almost immediate peaks, but widely opposite,
The basin humming with weather in between

The senses of one’s
life begin
to fade. Rather,

The time is. 
The air seems a cover, 
the room is quiet.

After we
were all
a bed,

Is hunger
only automatic
appetite?

Blast of harsh
flat sunlight

on recalcitrant ground

A little
water
falls.

Needs most
happily mutual