New Intelligence

               1

Stars

are the campfires

of exiles.

Language exists

to pull things

close.

               *

Stop that!

Communications

are being monitored.

Collusion is forbidden.

Humanity

will be punished

with the profusion

of new jargons.

               2

Inverted in glass,

a white cup

invents the underworld.

               *

Fog thins

to chiffon,

nylon,

Easter.

               *

In the universe next door,

I’m gone

and the shadows

of the leaves

of the elm I had pulled down

still make a fuss

over the earth.