I lie in green waters
the sky conceals no stones
i tire of particular places
i am tired of individual noises

[d/dx]
you have given me nothing
i want your secret kisses
smiles, parallels, circumferences
give me the certain press
of logic the healthy touch
of form the light
or darkness.  in the flat night
i trace designs, cosmologies
i will draw forth fishes yet
i conjure frigates in your skin
there are feathers in your mouth

[d²/dx²]
In the screaming ocean night
the glowing cataracts
the light and hate of hail
I swim completely naked.
I am the low voice, the whisper
in your squalling ears
i come to you clothed
you don't believe the scarring

[d³/dx³]
i hear too much: the tremors
of dead tunes buzz in doors
and lightbulbs. my profanities
barely struggle and always flee
to join the enemy. your bright rings
encircle silence: while you dream
and i kill visions i long
to touch the center