another day confined, the dog
paces the gate, listening for
her long-absent master. but who

should she come home to meet,
reunion of the heart. and how
should we survive the relation.

not because its in a book,
but because its in our blood,
we know the end of Argos.

and i, at least, am struck by wonder.
i break and shiver. in dreams woven
these underwater syllables.

i weigh, as it were a ratio: our three,
your four. i hold, on fourth days
the dog takes rest.

when hearing, o hearing, i hear
of being silent involuntary
from beings silent involuntary.


κἀγὼ
ἀκούσας

(the first fourth happening
tomorrow)

mogis pos