Roman

Teacup Ocean

Beginning at the spinning
eddying, pedaling, peddled
to the edge of a map 

dragon-spilled, trilling
sparrow totalities into 
marking sparks, fire banalities

burning below the surface
salted to the point of 
brine spine, chords 

concordant with 
repetition and premonition
guaranteed to fill to the meniscus

more water than tea
more filter than me
giving up conditions

on behalf of whether
doubt doubles or bubbles
theism of spouts.