Gravure

It’s like a canyon system
Of waterways through desert.
It looks like the water wants

To get lower, reach the sea,
But it’s the Earth underneath
The desert that bends the streams

And sun raising water
That holds the Earth in oblongs,
And the arm of the spiral

That’s the curve the sun’s tracking,
One spiral in the local
Cluster with middle monsters

That won’t even let go light,
And how many expansions
Of scale are necessary

To find the core of wanting?
Is there a core? Is any
Of the wanting actual

Longing, actual desire?
It’s like a canyon system,
Language, cutting the desert.