4/2: Mind in Hot Tea

somewhere between the auricle and quark
sounds the kettle:
sneering or cervical mercy

a simmering airstream
in the other unit reveals
antique morphology
triangled and sliced
to more-than-fantods

Plato dead and
God in the ether
my jaw a found object
two dozen mansions in my sex’s sky
unclasping the myth of extra-virgin

4/1: Campanile

mirrored itself
strained the mirror
concentrating rays upon the
Berkeley stadium
pushed-unpushed with
dark Semitic eyes and
cumulus clouds in squid ink
for a lid

later identifying with the clock tower
light and content with the state of
the merger