ES(R) / Falling Leaf
ES(R) / Leaf falling Cold oil rises in the water. The oil rises in that distant water. The sight is like a crane, Which flies separate its wings And goes to paint water As light the daughter sings The oil falls as the pilgrim atomizer, Who short-sighted sees down as up And the boy, its sole advisor, As no different from an elephant. The quiet water serenades What cannot be reclaimed in normal modes. It tries again tonight, alone, To convince us they are miscible But it is broken language that it screams, Like the self-knowing of a blue dream haze, Like shivering cold together fires, Like one and one, and two separate In absence of the lost world, The bubbles of mostly oil in water Collide and explode in fair measure We forget about the boy and daughter Cold oil rises in the water The oil rises in that distant water. Cradled back and forth in the arms of the wind Slowly cascading down, as slow as I walk. Our green ribcage seems to place its bind Over the undinal flesh ...