While We Have Been Climbing To The Height

  1. of the season and growing maniacal and green, certain of those hostels
  2. thrown like breadcrumbs across the mind were proof enough
  3. that one thing would eventually follow the next. Elements of pantomime
  4. remove their splinters from the tongue; a fire that began in the throat
  5. and raised its white flag after the last battery passed through now
  6. lowers its green eyes and would really like to share something with you,
  7. pulls a rope of variegated rags from its ear weeping now you see it, now you
  8. see it, for it has no life of its own, as the crow that stands on a live wire
  9. to denigrate us just this once, or a winter that ends in brief, irregular circles.