The Logic of Cascading and Dry Dinners.

patterned doors
cold cucumber soup
thinking inside
the passport

and when its cold tall bald head
is revealed
to the accustomizing instrument
of convention

when its warm vibrating obelisk
halts amid the summer torrents
of innovation

when its kinetic sand garden
resumes
its calculation
and the stones enact
a buoyancy as cognitive act
coming to rest puzzled together

one flat smooth paddle upended
revealing a polished transparent pitting

patterned doors
hero cold
and volume filled

cucumber
immortal

thunder inside
the rotating pillars

until we admire
its romantic conjunction
foregrounded
to place

empty

eagle's head
thimbles