.

each poem
is like an entry
in a ship's log,
and trying
to keep it up to date
while not wanting to think so loud,
but rather, to let previous heartbreaks
crack the code that embeds these words,
to live as if to equal reality
by first learning how to ignore it,
in the sense of wanting
to reach the inexpressible It,
the thing that localizes Experience
by tapping inner reservoirs,
much like a beam of light,
like thought-unthought
burning through a magnifying glass
to ignite this paper
and these words,
because, otherwise,
langage describes us
so imprecisely