Gillian Conoley

ARCADE

When the genius stick flashes descent in the dark of dark matter over earth's six billion

it is like knowing you are tucked
safely inside a movie, and the heroine is climbing red tide, riptide—between

one spectacle and another

and something good is about to happen

HELLO DUST REPLACING WHERE YOU WERE—

Pastel ticket,
you are an autoportrait

The Absolutes go ideomotoring

And hours do we burn
on shore

where we woo optic waves
of three damp Kingfishers on rusted car's

prismatic roof—
I love a gone plain

Meadows breathing with difficulty

Ermine Realms of Doubt
Who Never Fears April of Meaning

Or a long shade over a grave

Apple cut into stars
is blind seed

(is young Darwin sleeping under the Redeemer)

(a third person come to visit most holy)

shaped where the clouds disperse I am always with you

on a frontier punctuated with urns we keep

a small garden under middle willow

My hand in the hand your hand

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