greatest mystery
story ever
inquisitorial simulacrum
copies of copies
without a template
even & squatting
twelve inches in front
speeding train
through station
splashes rain
onto an open book
in a group
starched brown suits
waves skein beach
into tongues
epiphanies of gulls
grandchildren
sliding down
history’s banister
on an invented seat
self-made
with a little brake
could see sea & through
bigger kings than
all your kings
arcane prints
of copyright signs
along the sand
named beach
missing piece
phone ringing
continuously
in an empty house
or hotel
observing treats
in the dark
holding the line’s
montage of callers
iguana & pig
evolution’s table
down on all fours
dissolves darkness
into furniture
maids move
in other rooms
stop cogs of the clock