gin lace

control anchors
depth [moist] [apart]

as if continuo's leg-
room pinned
to and to

thus separate (verb)
the twixt and chattel
from divine bloom

what spatters is the gift
within leaden imagination
across centuries

where ratios bluster
to the sale tune
of something point something something

nest shakes open
fact baked
and then broken
to be tasted
to be taken in