Roman

Abstraction Story

I am a heuristic 
an at large representative
for instants who cannot
speak for themselves

Foundation: empty math
dirty water bath time
two shorts make pants
soggy, leggy stones

Connection to owned life
a clarion siren
dedicated to drowning
and the drowned

Appropriate constellations
sketch mother bears
who bore the months
cavernously awake

Whose language?
Whose ears?
Which justification?
What vengeance?

Narrators, do what wills
until quality becomes carpentry
and soft words sand
the roughest edge