Stone the dog and Spirit the dog are friends
Channel: The rose constants
Date: 2022-04-27

Stone the dog and Spirit the dog are friends from Vanadís and caesius 

Herein lie flywheels,
an inner lioness,
your bearings all but borne
a rainstorm,

spring’s four widths uncovered
under for which you’ve come,
two thorns,
like hammers

full of silt,
full of chance and rancid 
wilted baby’s breath,

could you love
for what you lave for
partial summers, summing stones, tumbled over?

Savior, neighbor,
drown a crown of paper.
Save yourself by being braver.

Ice,
sulfite,
olive dust.
Manganese rust.
What less suspends rest.
You change me like a lake.

Twice by every method
find another likeness,
a blue shawl,
an iris.

Spring is misery quickly,
how and ever saddened,
is like Saturn,
practicing, ten rings, piano,

will inert,
will you hurt your
-self in turn, geometer?

Ridicule,
rid yourself of helpless
-ness this crossbow is a necklace.

Mystery, listing
times you let it bring things,
therefore, you were, drunk in its wellspring. 

Drop.
Chlorine,
canvas sheet.
Half-submerged dock.
In your tears are salt.
Turquoise and wiry black.

Is this roof then a doorway
open only to your left hand,
the sky’s sky
before which your right stands,

or this first breath a breath at all
or else is it quarry,
or beneath this quarry
a breath

innocent
how in a centered way it takes
my breath away

like a flat stone,
like a shattered component
of what once you may have asked for?

Ever severed,
glass inside a feather,
spring’s great decay snaps with zero measure.

Slip,
shallows.
Wet-cyclic,
cesium gold.
This time with gusto.
Dear the spring of two springs.