Night windows open. Inspiration through plaster walls. Fissure and insect rhythm. How to lift the rusted sash in a kind of weight-lifting stance. How I am a house, breathing. And the trucks are a river. Cosmological sheep and structure. Destruction of an old book, by page. I will ride so slow. Night open mouth. Oh, distraction and weather. My astrology often slumbers. How to construct a night lung. How to breath in darkness. Night windows flow. Ellipsis after parenthesis. The gray pond of language. How I am not patient. Not now.