Cranes

How can one even quantify
this kind of slung swelling,

Heart down by the lake
just to feel between the veins:

ask the static in the ratio
why the whirring won’t stop…

Will it? there are strings that won’t
dry out even if you pick up

the threads so delicately,
tattered connections, ti…

His fingers, I can’t remember
but there’s an understanding–

a knowledge that sits, will always
be recanted until water’s long gone.

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