For Leisure

When I stopped working I dug my nails in my brows I dug my nails in my brows and wheezed. Now, I know, I knew, I am new.

I turned up in a new way to read old words to come to myself to hear music murmuring through the outer door open my thoughts from a closed file listen to what you are nowadays in a farness, a slowness, of

time

to calibrate me against more exactness of measure in the cool room where sperm and embryo are stored: I sit on the floor as a level (spirit) hang from the beam as a line (plumb) stand on this table as a balance (beam).