my soft-

my soft-
bellied underlight
& inky ear; saran and sweat
upon the bells
holding all the hearth and day
in pairs and chimes in
;
so sheer sprawling
softly says
in blackout, dredges
up the rooms and cobs left vacant
;
and fevers
in the daytime twirl,
welling up and twisting air
out all of a joints:
rigor and the shake is
pinches fire out the eyes an offer
;
so seasoned and the shaping
shifting heart & finding
wading snow or swamp or born anew
filling every niche alight is you
pages stitched the thread and ink is you