A spiderweb woven in a corner
– warm and damp corner
and as time passes, it loses spans
and falls until it is almost torn
And another spider comes
and builds another web
almost but not quite exact
to the plan of the old web
and this repeats
hundreds and hundreds of times
until looking from the corner of your eye
you think you see crystal
How the suddenness of sunset
shapes a cultural relation
with light and dark, that is, with all
that light and rock can come to be
which is to say, all metaphors
will seem sharper, more cut and dry
humour may become less widespread.
When dark comes on like a sudden
realisation that you left doors
unlocked throughout your life, the past
is compromised, you may become
less happy with a vague object
such objects may leave you stranded.
With nothing more certain to say.
You see the sharp edge of the knife
as more useful. Is this the case?
The heat at the equator makes
mistakes, when the hot air shivers
and the moon sees the sky ripple.
Before night pours out through cracks –
then in the morning piles of books
lie scattered like hot forest mulch
on tables in the market. Free
from dust the air seems unhealthy