Away from the regard
of the Everyone

I see an idea through a window.
I become its faceted clarity briefly.

It steps softly. I ravel back through lenses
to walk among Italian technicians

discussing German research on double French. This fugue splashing through

song and semaphore saw melees in galleys
Cloud reading, passage of tortoises,

eclipsed retinas, twisted tongues
and parlance of botany

breathing with plants. I was told to expect austerity in the market of stompers.