Sui Sphaera
and language in a sphere
is to create a set of possibilities
near infinited
for books as globe
and globular to touch and see
For covering vision as duration
allows consciouness any plane
or shape irregular
tesselation as the overarch
and yet there is more sky to be seen
there, the there,
my pointing at it doesn't give it
independence or separation
as the daytime sky enters my thoughts
when I dream or am awake
by foe I make a line
that is artifice for clique
yet Power has no human body
as its own
residing in objects
the times we bump them
the objects hold the memory
of our gauche and wobbly joints
the next person who bumps into
the sphere will be confused as
a collision in the life of object
already erased in its distinction.
the object I have lost asked after me
and my touch
me being anyone with hands to use
or grasp
the object unseen has a nostalgia
for eyes in its lostness
which by time is finited.
and I give the object
a blood memory
while the many of them
memorise in their object world
and even question their identities
and kinkiness for solitude
a mnemosphere for the cheapest chronicle
and noo-noo- for the genesis
for what's been made
and the when, who and where that
became invisible.
