I.

And together we're pulled closer into the absence,
permeated by recurrent distortions in our knowledge-

our luminous arguments spun out, our rare velocities radiating
from an emptiness at the core-

And now our ruling differences are all flaws in equivalent flow
(our old iconicity of greening sheaf, of sheet)

All our sweet purchases already starting toward inversion-
All matter draining energy from the gravitational field-

II.

Unraveling wave, stringent fluidity
holding the inversions, the aqueous
version so certain in its dragging:
kelp, crab, conch, whelk, the pebbles
and glass, wooden planks
and a barnacled clatter of gulls…
Graveled alluvion.
All distance hauls.

III.

An imprint in the shape of its own erasure-
how it's pressing itself into pattern, and disparity, in the ashen light-

And the bodies, the limbs and faces, rough with it,
unfinished in their marble enclosures

(sufficient in their own kind of life-)

IV.

Rain opening, apparently indefinite.
Working inside an isotropic, flanking wind,

precipitate downpours tear at the netting
of our contending inventions-

and at all our erratic inveighing-
A leveling, brackish wind shifts

inside our empty lexicon, accumulating
differences, sharpening them-

its cantillation scraping
at the inexorable lovers
(infalling matter)

using us away-
to the underside of wave,
to the salt vicinities.