from Step
By George Albon
iridescence as old
story, that brought
cold from deep
a chord moves into
an upper chamber
among rival unknowns
declension toward one
end—the merest
light-sensitive dot
a perfect world
the strokes same light value
runny, evened
illuminations came
from the plant
the signal blinked
search for asylum
carried on in an
inner distortion
Copyright Credit: George Albon, from Step. Copyright © 2006 by George Albon. Reprinted by permission of Post-Apollo Press.
Source: Step (The Post-Apollo Press, 2006)