Prologue. before saying
 
 
 
                                                 There are events
                                                 A sky dislodged of its architecture
 
 
 
Added up there can be a whole
Mimesis of a Great Moth
__________
 
 
 
I am jealous of the distance you have described. beyond
language. what have you been doing out here with the
high insects.
 
                      overgrown boundaries whisper to
your entertainment.
 
 
                                                          when you said make room
__________
 
 
 
I razed a whole city night. with barren
hands. asking what occurs after a silent kind
of
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
JOSHUA BIRD is Joshua Bird is Joshua Bird. a poet hellbent on semantic saturation; or, how to estrange language. he confines his tendencies to solipsism, both in and out of short bios. also a contrary possibility. for more and/or less: joshuabirdpoetry.com