YOU SAID YOU FELT HOLLOW

unquenchable pod, little bowls little baskets suspended in belief 
waiting to be filled, making lines through the world, 
cross hatch spider webs, the bodies move along the lines as each contains 
a casket bucket, vessels waiting
to catch dropped things 

rope lowering from a rickety platform 
tied to a bucket full of tap water 
to feed imaginary crops 

to be a person in this land, the land is time and static, 
the land is material and alive, the land smells like detergent or minerals 
or rot or putting off or waking up, 

to be contained by a perception/discernment hive 
and to still like to reach through the gauze 
towards other buzzing,

draw five stars, little loop de loop
reminder galaxy above the flame that jumps 
at hollow whistles  

reminder to break from being a statue 
but to also not completely liquify, 
you got this far, you moved the electricity
down from brain terrain to arm
to hand to holding to implement,
which chips away 

keep going in the keep going
once you see you stop going
it’s something else
moving by feel so as to be
felt by
feeling