big town blues (ii) — the conversatiee

i approach the cut
     as though i make
          machinery

the detail revolution
     each day
          the whole is boiled

the conversatiee
     looks to the route he expects
          the whole is lava

i let my art
     give me the sleigh

if it’s not on his plot
     it doesn’t exist

he’ll know more
     i’ll be more

ancient front