Of the hands.

You can learn from a town what you can learn

From the rock beneath it.

There in the infant features of a tilted glass catching the light

Blazes the infinitude that left the rock beneath it.

Stolen from each blade

And each color

Is a voice of choking

Order--

Disoriented by its direction--

As one to another it as a word--

Briefly animated as blazed the infinitude

That left the rock beneath it.