- knowing not i,
- not he, not she, not them;
- the subtle fingers slide along
- all along
- the visceral folds of the violent pen—
- gutting the reverse print
- into a grotesque sublimity,
- the page expresses its oldest doubts
- in the fallen beauty of the dying form.
- gentle are those gracing tips
- that flow through the lines of flight,
- bracing the electricity of the touch
- like half-blind lovers finding themselves
- in the sharp peaks of brailled poetry.