E. Tracy Grinnell

In the very night of movement where I sought a sequential self – The sea as blood, thought as Earth that changes the sea Changes the fishes in it for the fortunes of landscapes are in the fantasies of architecture H —        taught to sing siren scales by ear by rote or immersion abroad In the discrepancy of double exposure Casts of light crack time’s microscope

among the graves marked guest of houses         of wanderers scattered in light this afternoon is the same time every afternoon to pass through again myself tomorrow will seem the same as yesterday’s perfect hour to pass to name but everyone’s houses shuddering under flags remain between gestures all things in form in faces

a rooftop has an enemy an owl a cone of confusion scansion of acoustics or before sound a crematorium visually unresolved (before)           remains leaves that only look like the birds between them physiology limits visual memory ash or     bodies in glass

how this time is a fact of shared space looking to pass through, undifferentiated memory always has a back door no one word settles me or rather than resist rather than resolution such that lists fall from one