cut thoughts on paper
the tabula razor
skiving a way
through classification,
to system’s demeanour -
in an early morning
mowing of particulars,
tea brews bell-clear
and wrings fortune
from wet leaves,
distilling -
naturally-occurring
geo-logical sentences,
lexi-litter trapped
between rock
and soft place -
beneath breathing
with only curved blueness
on which to keep bearing
