Icarus, returning —Z.L. Zhou
... remembers the dark, the wide
gates of it which glistened,
complicit with eigengrau: intrinsic
gray, intrinsic light
... remembers the noontide stars
as piercing through his feet,
fibrous itch more than itch; the desire
to part bones to it
.... remembers the sea as glass
crown above, as songs!
threnodies, elegies… love as lofted
verse, which he lost
... remembers the pier & true
affliction, the eyes
forward & unpleasant—please me o love
the lips on the palm
