After I stay dark all day w/
the money & its changers,
 
windowlight climbs crazy
up the walls & chafes
 
our chairs & feet & says
you should know better
 
than to spend your chi in
this chasing, which I see
 
since last night filled me
w/ its flight, sudden height,
 
saved me higher & twice.
So today while the bringers
 
w/ their things that are only
things stay sewn to their spines
 
I’ll unravel, already lost like
a leakage or like coins tossed too
 
hard before they fall, freed far
to the sky, spun bright outside.