conceptualizations flower-forming on
the warping surface of my eyes
and sliding down into
the recesses of my
ideologies

new
patterns
moving in my mouth
run by to make
close-up transparencies
fracture into translucence
from a distance
like wax-paper dogs
crossing my vision
one by
one

and so my
arms move like
in a dream of honey
in a pattern of unfathomable waste