what owl blocks your rage
hiding sudden eyes
which map and wrack will see the night
whose passage and which frequency delight
which chasm and which reach and vast
relief was that you said
I want to know where the wild raft waits
underneath your hair
over there the bear and where the agony
exacts its rites
seas and changes wrung and friended
knees
shards and rays
of dark
rich dark and numberless
waiting and wading through the waters round your house
whose uncle spied me
looking around for the moat
the mote of me understanding
what ardor reads the waves
and makes the bread
which claw corrupts the chief entombment of the steep beneath
pliable and straight
whose magic locks the door behind your hand