from Step
By George Albon
iridescence as old
story, that brought
cold from deep
a chord moves into
an upper chamber
among rival unknowns
declension toward one
end—the merest
light-sensitive dot
a perfect world
the strokes same light value
runny, evened
illuminations came
from the plant
the signal blinked
search for asylum
carried on in an
inner distortion
George Albon, from Step. Copyright © 2006 by George Albon. Reprinted by permission of Post-Apollo Press.
Source:
Step
(The Post-Apollo Press, 2006)