in the DMZ ravines north of the Kaesong wastes edging south of the perfect ruler’s pink and prisoned paradisethere is a climate paying no attention to us where cranes repopulate serpentine deltas
stripped batting of cloud glimpsed ligaments dusk coming up under lithographic, nib-hatchings instruments click the fine-sprung locust replicate dinge along hill-lines tailings of umber, the rust smudge There is still that hemmed ocean of oaks the various reds, the somehow silver cast over the...