Not the Thing Itself but the Thing

by Nathan Smith

Identity : is not
the deity : she shudders
to think it : we dance

in search of density —
means our flesh, fresh
conjurations of noon, he sd
is only midnight’s daydream
delight in the nature of the one

true eye sees all
of the stone age
womb where

It is always morning and never weather.

Books not far from the river
meander to remember

your true name.