chip fork under nail
i wonder how
cassette ribbon
gets in the trees

unspooled
in hard square light
unwound of sound
and waving outward
over cold roads

does it hold
the 16hz
stomach rumbling

innermost thinkings
of a tree?

on its rings of neptune-
the dissonant roar
of saws
spinning
unreeled on tape

a nest of clefs
all undone around
the stylus brilliance of
spr i ng-

singing

lost woodlands
in occitanian
dreams of thrust and

how i love you
sky
how i very do