Do you see a saw in a hollow spot?
Punditty taught dot a sotted note
for naught, illicit at night, caught
pit pot pat put pitter patter sunspot
lit into an ingot sindot slanted
in slatted wit, sought unwitting clit
clot a lot.
Who said this? I thought
you thought we brought all the holes
in the hollow dominos. Who is crying now?
You thought I thought we spent
all the rivers up and left just a glistening.
I kiss you only by listening. I thought
you thought we, like Jesus wept.
All the pairs of doors
mounted on walls
like lungs but not breathing once swinging
this way and that, now
trapped in flat.
The gutted temple displayed
in cool blue smoke: something shining