I is for Invention

The
it was enough
duck egg, salt
sound of a small motor
cautious smiling
I
is for invention
loose mixed rocks
in the scooped up handful
to be seen
enough to be held
contents taken
all the lumps
assumed to question
where begun
the greatest
earth
and each I hear it
claims
some master place
with fattened
spreading for the chest
inclined as steep along the hill
to follow in the gravity
to the holding each
a clock
to match
a way
a wave
as many
of the things
that may be
timed
 that time
away

modified
the gesture, that hand
the fingers are
too thin, then
is it aesthetic and
a surgery
 a lying as a plan
intention under
neath the thinnest
strip of skin
of painful shaving bone
to mock appearance
of nature
 just
to form
a lying trust
what would
someone
cut
and how
much
 cut
enough

who have studied gesture
in the hand
who is thin too much
and added to the jaw
and sculpted
middles
to attract
the upper lower ends
and too the eye
to not then
settle in
one
place but
shift and soon
forget
so last
and lost
impression starts
 it clean
each
intro
duction
parts that
improvised
would eat the dead,
would stand up on a step
and shout, who might
complain, of you,
in voices loud
three from one mouth
 ones
exuding calls
and wallowed
tones
they had it, said they
but
they hadn’t had enough
to have
beating peaceful in the night
the gecko
silver
in the farm field

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