IV

IV lost it in the hills. IV lost it

in the hills, what fills the deepness & declivity

I catharsize with.  O I yearn IV the weird roots

of rummage words; I yearn 

— IV empathy — IV sympathy — IV hurt —

O IV a strange disposition in 

madness & love. O IV

a pant & throb IV marble minds. O IV 

a pant & throb IV chronic minds. O IV

a light on so you can see to come.

IV a great deal ardent 

to love the ordinary & only 

IV the ability to absolve myself. Hmm.

IV a clumsy spirit & a clumsy first love. 

Hmm.

IV a loud & clunky reason. Clamber :: IV no feelin’

IV the seasons :: scantling; whit-like :: poetry & good motion are just 

the same, grow(l)ing 

out of wide & nameless rot.  IV thinked to reach

the infinite 

horizon of my grasp.