to soon for reading upward up the page, have you

lost sight of what books are, no but books have changed,

I can feel my mind's eye flattening and lightening

and I view words on it (darkening) they say: no, save

what they say—my face faces this while, looking light

brightened by it, blue, the light looks wet on skin

when soft, looks cold on bony nose, the screen has no

singing then sings, no drumming then it drains

no symphony then it makes a solitary sky like bows

of one rain or like the way my eye meant windows

to mean but didn't, plastic we taped up to save heat

also saves transparency, I see the plastic stick and I see

draft through the glass as billow, la, I'd like to live alone

and have no one to talk to, la, I'd like you to live here

available that I could watch you, if I weren't here

I'd look on freely and you would be fine, I see me seem
sightless and realize that while I speak I'm reading