Swallows

Shards of exact memory,



masters of local



magnitude, keepers



of untranslating



logic where



eternity is



a wandering here —



these twining parallel



blindnesses



in future-outpacing



angles spelling



disintegration



of great intelligence:



carefullest madness,



black on blue,



black on clear, memory



everywhere proving



life whose will



still they scrawl still



they carve this easiest



element with fleet



illegibles



in circleshaming



precision — bright-black



eyes — and



at evening by



the cathedral rouse



thick air as if



around vanished



scaffoldings and night



expands the gaps



they are: lost



arrows halftracing



a sphere: all clockwise:



yet some hover:



yet some wander



over what border:



and hourly unities



inarguable as breath



shift the frame, smooth



the canvas: here



an absent entirety



flickers: will they



sing