the ambiguous pattern of Escher’s tessellated sky
shifting, translating, turning about an axis

he researches his poems by reading the daily news
his perceptual art proudly insincere in its categories of
disappearance
simulated poetic thinking
one more mark in an accumulation of marks
every line splitting a singularity into a plurality
the beautiful made resistant

the frame changes the photograph
water flowing through the city now a lament
what was once tender now impossible to look upon