We list granite, diorite, gabbro Yielding to the pre-thought, grounds in the sunk world of confirmation. Salt licks are now strung up on the fences of playing fields, and on Traveled paths, as the stare dissolves in current, thumps down to a hum. Liking these sums and ending marks, interviewers unclip mikes and wipe glasses. Samples are passed around, trucks drive stored goods, gather for a wait. They operate by coding upon the earth.
Work continues into the evening.
To walk through topics, hills imported from Ireland where contours are utopian and houseboats wash up, pleated, near the mindless danger of kites, manned past legs on plush floors. Voices amplified in empty space, dammed by groveling. This vast basting Continues along water ledges and in the streets. Water roars below a slate path. Gorges carve two clefts through town.