What is flatness is blooding
    up as nervousness

in the distance,
         the thrust of irrigation

and its revival, filling with its fingers
     the pacing of the rig
      run only in circles

any of the many
         move
                  or we:
without knowing why.

What is glass and what
is our gaze, is our gaze

   its early notes
the chorus of selling
when nobody's buying

         and then come
residences, come yards

   with four square
and the fifth diagonal,
         rear
left, with a  door that
opens to the bathroom,
   buried in loam

already lightly, squarely
        elaborated
these are monuments

no wonder, then
 we see ourselves
  in the richness of that
         which allows for
things that fullness would not.