4 Forms Cast in the Same Mold (?) & a Whiff of Tobacco

Articulating finitude from great expanse, the scalpel cuts dull where
line becomes more dense more thick more arbitrary more a blurring
of distinction ---- aquamarine.

She, there across sky across sea across border and ground and unlike
skin and that one small change, that one tiny blip in the code … & I,
here.

This is the ground enmeshed with weed with root and this is the hand
that is turning and turning it; this is the small sign buried beneath, this
potato and its eye.