THE OPEN FRIEND

To envision its being here
enough we know
in a flash,
the crossroads into language
dated to the eye
of proverbial words
    in mixed company
        maxed out
 to the pronouns
   of injecting matters
of your own hand
  drawing in latitude circles
   of their own form
       in muted passages
from abandonment
  to muted tones
of communication's
concealment

never obscured
 by contemplative energy

  in pure sculpture's

body into gravity