from The Aura
Kevin Holden

in hyaline wet cyst matrix the bowl a place of

waves and in glass puffs an audible round the

Latinate razor through cirrus you would say song down stairs

with foam on leather a fish caught for green meal

and the clear line at sea through fiberglass to

a wave in a wet face forward in cube root

mould a tin attic winter chrysolite moth and the little

one come out through sky algorithm hand in dandelion grass

that curvature of glass and edible sphere a spoon

a spot of water through the blue eye the head