Keep it light, loose and bizzare

One is all I need

(I can encrypt a zoo)

Like a precondition, forests were first.

Giambattista saw wandering giants as

A trope and a genre

Foreign, tragic.

Chaotic imagination that is the focus

And locus of poets.

We engage and encourage

With perfect contempt, nostalgia for utopia.

I seldom dislike doing nothing.

I am concerned less with truth than reality

On Sundays I speculate

On Mondays I dive

And do not emerge for a week

Bottle bound by the bottom of boozy

Description.

I cannot be the clearing that

Overcomes dissolution.

I am the clearing that

Is dissolved.

The desert. The beach.

I am remote. I am happy. I am common. I am judged.

If I cooperate, I will become my shadow.