sensation’s snaking a wee bit deeper here,

air’s sent grazing over the crinkling ear re-
calling the salt-lapped lips of a child-
hood beach trip hoodened in rime, 
 
the oenomel morning uncoiling gold
in combing the cotton swab 
chin of a kitten, the paint-
peeled mention of glory-
ing Mercury forged
in the dimpling 
bulb of a rain-
rasped sun
hat taxed
or tacked against
everything creeping up
under the sugarlump tea
leaf pile I’m rallying bags around,
flat-picking Greensleeves over the 
listing arete that reads as a wind-tickled 
tent stake, tethering everything evermore
heavenward, heralding all
that’s been now 
bent in 
over a-
gain—what 
names slipped over eternity’s mention,
paint chips hastily staged in the
rorschach clack of this clunkily 
slumping 
building