Polylepis

To be a polylepis tree you gotta know You're a polylepis tree & this knowing Cements by being a polylepis tree, Knowing between diagrammatic cracks Fork'd already info knowing during descent. Mud run through alpine meadow. Rubberized Crunch on ruddy paths, rucksacks looped, Deltoids, silly sound serious bulge spine Ached before leaning away to swallow, Sepia bark holding his musculature; Paparazzi march out crimped edges Of fungi, sussed then left together. Glottal ribbing. Skeumorph thread Discs, spades, b-side timpani under eaves. Copper sheaves, wine burning in cups Thickening until dark brown oozes At a lesser velocity, blown eardrum, Given the climaxes of greater viscosity— Green epiphytic ferns stitch airy Misconceptions (soil, root), the drawing in, & expulsion, the search for a golden Arboreal rat. A tunnel-maker Said to be densely populated in woods Near-gone to potato farms, cattle, The absent lecture, then, on survival plastic Spool of thread glued to the back Drawn in a thin white line, followed For ur-experiment, hundreds of feet Climb up the lateral limb, down, dug under Grass, tunneled, then over miniature crick, Through nodule floor-sponge, a wetland, A watershed for a whole valley, to grass Again, below, finding elaborate nests but The rat escaped, the sinewy string left. A choreography misses it, an instinct Closest but dull, so a blind sight in high Sun, a canopy growing at itself not up, Sift, shrift, the want to lay down before Night freezes the water inside the air. A return at night to the espeletia, giants Sunflowers shocked by moon, switch-backs, Doing Zs, squared, cubed to the tenth clouds Departing, something horribly there not Constellation no not a galaxy those are Not things let them not be where’s the Name laying in the grass, alpine creekline Eschatological curvature, mutter, murmur, A yellowing light flung, the cold how they Open little air, the screaming sleeve, there! Of not-this this, in it, out it, here & away, Something recalled, what a string, rat, What ways you move, only that body, No containers for the humans so the sea Could get that travel-manic blue, sworn To make another moon of it, another go, Unfixable, in need of fixing, air adjust, An alkalinity expectant, a Sulphur rain, Chattering cargo setting fire to night.