These are from the new volume, Breaths' Burials.
And on beginning, one is called, "As If Written in a Book
of Glass."
"As if written in a book of glass,
read of so many sunken numbers, eyes
fluttering like fish at the base of the world,
there, whatever issued, only re-entered, inextricable
as wind, but viscous, ballasted, the heart, as if
walking on its head.
'Was there a way?'
asked the word of the word.
Memory flooded and lust too sudden, counted corals,
replicated beads, while the breath, hesitant,
hung between syllables."