Reenactment

A blank expanse we reenact
Because there is no beginning
To this rememory, no origin of
Your crying, how any one continues

Subtracted from this feeling
Of joy another monument, runs through
Our breath like green, like a lung hasn't
Taught / any / one / to / breath / yet

Incites horizons, green of what
Hasn't been said, punctures the world
One world-sized ear or lung
Undifferentiated with witness

Creamy expanses written before
A mark was, written before
A mark was the world.