And now you want no more absurdity,
that tract between expectation
and the emergent this. A quality
that inheres neither in humans
nor in the world, but exists between
them. From here, it is possible
only to sketch the contours
of the body of which you are
an estuary. Extend your palms,
open, while shaking your head
no. Unclench your shoulders, dilate
your stance. Solder yourself to
transparency. In the shadow of an oak tree,
find the hollow bones of a sparrow.
About you fasten your diaphanous garment,
observe through this indelible visor.