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C. P. NIELD
A line forms a crease on the belly of the earth
and moves –
moves west above
an invisible trench,
where mountain peaks glitter with white
Leviathan broods among valleys of wing-tips.
The lusca streams bubbles
the bandwidth of skulls.
A vast oblivion gives birth;
the verb 'infect' reels between 'I' and 'you';
the GPS satellite shrieks data.
A solitary wave quickens its own world,
from root-throb to green
This one wave is the only world,
the last mass gathering
of Atlantic salt.
So the lungs expand.
So syntax patterns the end.
So the line forms, curves, gains power, breaks –
protests, bronchi, stanzas,
frequencies, projections, morgues.
Two white towels
from the plane
in the tight
and one tilt
left to melt
for days now,
point, line, mass
from some top
C. P. Nield is from England. His poetry has appeared in New Poetries IV (Carcanet), The Poet's Quest for God (Eyewear) and journals such as Ambit, The London Magazine, Magma, PN Review, and The Rialto.