I. the history of the animal

the history of the animal,

all their insides, twigs, little embers

that burn under the nails

the curious scratch at skin, doors,

plotinus asking for entry, plotinus

scoring his scar across the sky,

his sun indifferent to his explanations.

parmenides, his pillars, his dome,

the only heaven i ever enjoyed:

the sky was bluer then, and,

people rarely died. plato

with that eerie pitch of his,

every time he sees the snow,

the first time, he felt he invented it,

since, he feels the borrowed time

of touch, reminiscence, poor intuition.

 

 

 

Done