Each its own thing

These are amazing:
each made with flesh,
this once, in communion
with itself, the basket thus
completed  was an arc
of nomadic magic;

   [thought, be-           [a sparrow, 
    come a thing]        growing thin]

Sometimes I even imagine
picturing everybody I know
all at brightly & forthwith once ---

:::I mean to really know everybody,
at once:::

;

But I cannot do it. It is a plan
that is a fish
                     already bone. But

allow me to say: Freedom's only
American as your appetite. A
pipe left at the steamfitter's
union is one pipe gone,
tomorrow's woodlouse.

But this isn't Gramercy; we've
still got the kids to raise
and the bare furniture to arrange
in as much a way as to say:
below us, here, are our things,
which we believe we have

well organized. What I'm saying is
unnecessary. For the clockwearing
amongst us, all the angles are

obtuse and mesmerized; Andy's
hidden his own adventure. I stand
over him with the daypod -- my eye
blind with brows and brown
fluctuations of minute sandals that

dare to expose, any moment, the frail
(&
indomitable) architecture of the mind,
one sad wing from flight.