i.


October rose 
up  All root
wet limbing 
     	and waiting lines
 	A coastline obstructing
	itself  I
    	lost something
 	in every room they
got in how
 	  how 
	  how
  	  how,  your dreams


ii.


The shoreline has regressed pleasantly  Some hair
fallen since, a dozen egrets, out my shrifting face  

Alms in the stream blood artifice gathered to breast
When was it I knew my house to be falling apart
  
When did I lift, for instance, an arm to eye or bend
backward, corbel like, swung you your back to mine

When was it ever September, tides pouring over
When whales like men moved about the earth