expect praise for the beautiful apology
â´
to imagine something other than again
â´
Whether it is falling
from a ship
           or plane or a building
the human body starts its drop
at roughly one rate
â´
The book said legally
             thought the captain
of the slave ship Zong
              to throw the people overboard
instead of letting them starve
would ensure compensation
                       for his loss
â´
And another has made
the words to decay
until what remains
is
   loss   loss
â´
When I go to the video
it is paused close to darkness
the place
       where I had last stopped
and as I drag the cursor backward
so it can start again
          Iâm reversing
into morning what was night
â´
The three buildings in the corner
begin a hypotenuse
          the dark clouds
âdiligentâcomplete
â´
The subsection of sympathy cards
labeled words fail me
            on which we pen
sorry for your loss
â´
The lights that come on lastâ
what were they resisting?
Or do they not notice
as sometimes can happen
while the hours carry in
the new-fallen dark
â´
They say we have fallen
a long way
           to the cold
and planetary light
â´
They say the bomb is a flower
â´
A body falls much faster
than the night
â´
You will forgive me wonât you
for the lines
            Iâm copying in
I do not want to be alone here
despite what I have said
â´
And I have forgotten
to mention the music
though it has this whole time
been mentioning me
I will say it is the sound of a clock
which has had all of its hours removed
â´
The screen is dark enough now
that it can perfectly reflect
the facing window
        a corner of morning
â´
And some of the lights
               they tremble
trying to decide
    whether they can go on
â´
Lights like pronouns for the buildings
â´
to remove to go through to withdraw
to slowly walk into another room
â´
What is legally an hour?
The time it takes the king
to fall asleep
the melting
of a candle in the snow
â´
Hour like a jar in Tennessee
â´
And yes I am afraid
to be with minutes
They have completely confused me
â´
The buildings are a sort
of interference
   how they stand
and complicate the sky
but nothing interferes
with the hour
   it is
as they say
          a law
unto itself
â´
Maybe I should say that
                 I am sitting
in a room
        different from
the one you are in now
and I am sitting at a distance
from the screen
    so that the hour
goes on
      and there is nothing
that I can undo
â´
Every morning the diminishing returns
â´
And now the smoke echoes the roundness
of the one building with a dome
the smoke in love and unable
to do anything more than repeat
the words of another
so after I would sooner be dead
than let you touch me
             it cries hopeless
touch me
touch me
and then even that sound
                   that shape
drifts away
â´
If I could get closer I could see
the river
       reflecting back
the buildingsâ light
          but I am placed