Facilitated Diffusion


Poem makes up

For the memory of the past

That was not lived fully

Eradicates the tie and

Gravitation of regret.


Poem supplants

Death for life

The wiry hand of

The reaching tree suddenly

Coming into flower.


Poem extends past

The reach of the invisible

Screen upkept by four eyed

Librarians chattering against

Their charge, propelling

Breath against impassible white.


Poem somehow a crumb

In the wind from within the wall

Without a claim to sustain no

More than a common matter of

Miraculous speech.


Poem is

An assemblage of string to pull

With camera eye and radio

Tongue foreclosing

Immanent ear.