Left to the ocean to matchstick the hull.
Left in the darkroom to develop the trees, what distant
fluctuations, what hooves freaking insects out of grass.
Pan left: glass tadpoles you may try with a hammer
and never get the damage of. Of what was left to whom
(the will) was cold. Across the waterspout and thirst
came between the waterspout and thirst.
Pliers for a glass tail, pneumatic hammer for a stone waist.
What was left was holysh atter—was anyways
was summary in the arms of periphery.