Can you see the shape? It drives the thing It purports to defend against, bringing Against into the darkness, chiseling the Frame and sailing it into ports of not Picking up the phone: red cell to Moss, Dairy cattle for that latte / driving, Smoothing out the circle into a shape More pleasing to the crying, written down In a book too many years ago for the words To matter, as if the blood were ever body, As if I were ever me and you were ever holy.