Like titanium aerosol in a nitrogen
xenon vacuum atmosphere
I’m here and where?
Like wisps of an immolated monk
again for the last witness
of its one and nothing
I can taste the bone and blessing
Like bride, binding eightfold color
down in wave and nerve and brain
Did I send her there?
Like three, one, it’s other, the last a breath as they used to be
I died with them in canvas as brush, a wish, a dream