Next Breath Best Breath

For Arthur Russell

Your dreams
Come, near to you

Them, for
The child distinguishes

Between inside
Outside, the clouds

An argument like
Music we are here

Things can't help
Happening, where

There was something
There was something,

Proceeding to
Proceed, praising

Parsing, crossing
The syllogism of her

Brow, the bow
Given to Bach,

The lyric must return
Nearer than thought.