between the blacksmith if it is possible to lose relation 
missing from the procession, the stronger drift 
that lures to view, susceptible, moves through 
a curtain of snow

tear crystals for the sake of staying 
endurance, a bright cave displaced like wheat

but that is the sound of the river growing 
dark against gravity, dissolving a human form

fragments of the map, medicine and poison

theater anything the mind, clarity anything the body 
a sleeping deer or did it leap into the road

ash is pollen

dry remaining tower, only lightning 
within the heart the work of

the wheel the arm turns, stars to eat and window 
made of earth flashes in the eye's mind

promise or in discord attended in the marriage 
of ourselves and more than space

unseen as real as iniquity 
remembered out of questions

[Drew Gardner - from The Meditations]