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