Analytical Lyric
(from a notebook)
A tree bending
in wind is
a fluid responsive
to its medium.
An ocean, says Turner,
is a constant
motion, not a succession
or completion
of waves.
One body, its belly
gives and takes, as
breath, as the same
restricted
breadth in which
a tree
suspends as it
moves between
margins.
On the
tree
each leaf
against
leaf on
each
branch against
branch
folds in
wind.
The world is submerged
between points. Its
motion is as the motion of
glass in its frame.
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