too stubborn like a rod of fiber glass
through fingers hot enough to split white prismatic
and red with the pulse and toned notes of a runner's heart.
Between branches and eyes hand shaded light
so shredded flies apart like bright ivory
nearest the center and cooling with distance
crossed frays into bubble coats of colored soap
appliquéd to bits of razor thin and torn wire eyes can drink at a price.
Every breath soaks cold into warm tissues and running nose
and the even stone wall at park's entrance is sharp through yarn gloves
and to be pricked is to feel the distance and closeness of nervous love.
Blood rushes and waits calm to be called upon
in the wake of waking to peaks of unbearably reachable ruin
and the riptide of iris flow to a pin's width hall filled to bursting
with the impossible radiation of so much concentrated being
and the hand that falls away nylon in a squall folding
and the driving rain of fusion on skin sheared through
naked branch work and peeled into one hundred splintering toothpicks
beneath a time darkened stone archway is the end and reason.
