As/Is







5.03.2007


Unaccustomed

the sweet what
conscience drives
away tomorrow

is impending
evidence. Re-
mind me that

a tangent comes
to equal tincture
in the way that quiet . . .

as I am so you are
here amid vast
patches of land

the givens of understanding
among presumed strangers
a sense apart from words

conveyed with purity
compared with clutter
would become