Luminous warm sand not feelings Not a physical object but an aggregate of quartz & feldspar a sweater that is impossible to wear Briefly hosting some formal properties of solar radiation cradling them even though they are impossible to hold It would damage their wings not their feelings But miniature sculptures of geological duration Attrition & homesickness for being a part of something connected to something like itself Lightness being a cliché of innumerability Not fragrant essences but substances with properties like extension & loneliness (not anthropomorphic loneliness) Having once been a boulder or a mountain or a continent Having once been the integral tissue of a planet But now something that gets caught in a sneaker and shaken onto the grass being a version of the universe itself not feelings