en campo aperto*
“in the open field” of refractions from a window
nimble first blink of a matins (“includs three nocturns”)
slides around you without a solemined figure, who
pins unblanched side of a sheet
with the fine hairs of (her) legs
opened field leaves first a folio
read around corners, you
stride the hem of a note, symbaled hands
wan from a
stripthin light
of
from
the hum of a bulb
bareness is plucked polish from the flat
chasm
placed overnight nubs of worn canons
who were bodies on waking
our throats on waking were being travelled
we came unfixed and dismored by crowd, it yawns amid
our limbs
neither my aperture (apres) from you, only a hole in our middle
drifting up
inward floates a tone: altitude bouys you
into a rolled up coast line
if your surface is all coast you have a strange
height
pulls up and
refracts an aperto
fills in the field around you with a boom
from (her still) pitch
coast
lines leaned at each other to pivot on
a transpo i sed hume
a pair of sheets pushing at them sighing
*medieval notation of chants were lines of text written without regard to alignment and with scattered symbols indicating pitch. the space around the text was not tied down by a staff so was referred to as “in the open field;” also refers to the relative nature of the pitches.
still where you are is separate
and first, surprise
in a fist holds up
i felt that touch beforehand
it wears faintly
the shins
yours skinny and patient
a blind intake
if your mouth got my breath
we own its accident
even approach my ear
the peach light
halves you
were sung