Liz and The Radio Universe

You're in the amber lucid reflection
where I drown down in a light translucent
well of sorrow. Below a buffalo,
between eternity and cynosure.
Where the radio universe discloses
ink's withered visage as shadowed
Oscillations to thee in to thee in five foot steps,
laid out as clumsy, odd, osculate steppes.
Can I call you Green, Elizabeth? Or
is there another color in your book? For
to shed my thoughts upon your ear's soft down,
to pray a book of hours in the sweet sound...
     or have I been waterless yet gifted
     to mistake politeness for half a thread?

-from Variant Forms
  Mark Brunke
  March 1999