The world the world
a traveler slowly levitates
circulates the structure of jazz
and only a portion of sleepless conflict.
Sleepless sleepless a grain of sand
in the eye of the moon
strange and spectral beads drawn
on the floor, an apathy of curtains.
A blade in the fireplace,
a peaceful walk in the park,
spooning in catacombs,
a smell of violets.
