Another Reason to Forget

Surreptitious smile irons out your miles
giving hill and fjord and dale the gale and will and chord and wail
to, the magic to, provides cause its raison de'tremens de'tritus d'effect

Where'fore tiny pitted white balls fly over heads and into sands
timing hours like the glass those grains would yeast become
given heat and time and time and time and the sun too close at hand

Glimmer, gloamers, and revere the bluer nights the way Joan did
with all her losses and grains, repeated on film, in script, assayed 
like a laboratory in an intensive care unit, watching behavior for belief

And misunderstanding the tiny glances at trembling hands 
knowing that knowing knot cannot clot the open door 
a revelation that magic is all in the thinking and one year

Is as dusty as another undergarment, as infinite as infinity minus
itself, plus entertainment, times ten times as many orders 
as many magnitudes as a whine inside a jet engine five miles under the sea:

Octopus, teacher of after anthro picture show, lending yet another planet
the wisdom to move on from another cause, another defect,
another reason to forget