What from the chair are we doing?

After dinner he choses half sleep.

Dozing, he could shift the syntax.

What world are these hands?  What

cruelty, what grace.  What do.

The animals move against the dusk.

What the sunset knows.  What

dream.  What too late can moon

acknowledge.  What fell that day.

Touch the glass to your mouth.

What truth can come.  What is.

What sounds can save us.

What order of things.  What hour

of my death.  What her jeans cover.