Solitary Refinement

without distractions
[sort of,
as it could be]
anything arrives
and gets heard
while nothing lies
except words

generous helpings 
as it goes to the bottom
general relative
the vigor of trotting

never do stop
until you don't go
while you're alone
I'm here, will it snow?

weather the forms
fire in the telly
but we lost all our screens
a birth and a belly

can this order
and selection of thus
be read as unreasoned
a pile of mold fluff

where it won't matter
away from the eyes
hear what I'm saying
in a room with no i's