rock paper

these book
are yet wrung, done
by brown things--trees
and rings
aged
within are thin
strips of paper
stripped of
ink-and-inkling
towards completion
via
isolation, i think
the preservation of things
impermanent:
tar over amber.

this clink clink
of buildings will be
imbedded
into the brain--
grooved things
gather in groups, you know.
while other
countries
build with stones,
we sleep at home
under
painted paper.