Before ~ each line of __escape I found a poem between two cities two centers span ning running lines inventing a juncture. then you had a smile that traveled miles. call it a poem, rather than a missed encounter, it's a becoming, an arrival.

_________________ you' re a line of flight sweeping. buzzing.I heard as a call to my name. as it a song. ringing
the field of desire, and its intensities.

I moved here_________________ another body a zone elsewhere. and this city is noisy , you have to keep sniffing around for the lines of


around the whirling machine __ cutting across molarities to find th e sublt e range of the molecule

and its path

between things, between us , between each and every ~