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.