Glasfryn Project

Sky in breadth but no range in store, moreover there are trees     narrow assistant

tallness, poplars wedge a sky’s suspense

 

As skies drum onto land they bounce off horizon     the shock is trees absorbing

(rescaling) the derision

 

find adjacent

filter: one telescopic

flown speck is

another haven

speckled

 

earliest ascension

was sky in trunk,

not yet peeling

the earth

 

from one spurt

(foliage) to another,

the hurt is sky

not yet in grain

for launch

 

Headless stalks are no better prickles before windowless sky      streak it along a

tree’s brushway for actual take-off

 

Rarely at any world-search, the sky flies through it     then dived to see how

wingless in leaf it was

 

 

 

2

 

All over brief earth the heavens are secondary soil     trees assist it with aileron, one

flap a no longer grounded rotor

 

Curtained round mute shell, a thin fusilage from disaster     wingless before the

heavens’ own dispelling fabric

 

tenting its

ground, the forest

frets itself

vertical, no sheer

skyplay then

 

let sky waters pre-

serve a forest’s

own tidal

 

sky-dismantled

oak moving like

a tuft of cloud

 

A lesser into flight     woodland perfections obtain the poor-floor of that soaring

 

Havens at corner-stops, struts for any sky-bearing flight     nurtured surfaces on

universal glide

 

 

 

3

 

Woodland mirage of terrestrial fluttering     only quiet roots become aligned with

their hollow gutters, strict matters of sky

 

Adversary skies not accusative but resort to nominal forest     innocent of material

they cloak a sum of horizon which lets leaf risk them over:    shelter by traversal

threads

 

forest haven

grows ravenous

unless it taper

sky off a body

 

a warren of trees

least queasy

barrenness from

digesting sky

 

until the crowns

tilt (disenmesh)

what they rotate

 

Tree a living abject readily overflown     or a comet to a bush, hovers the gloom it

expels

 

New clouds over fusiform hurdles, only a sky could leap this wooded recession

lift from the attrition but never become its own vehicle

 

 

 

4

 

Carbon bunches reseeding the sun across its sky semi-dust     haven flotsam

preinjected at tree level

 

Unhoused in air but as free forest afloat     skies of adjacency no longer trivial

dispensers overhead

 

not yet a tall

bend in forest,

does make us

twist (not test)

the heavens

 

unclotted sky

new woodland

rinses it

 

less abutment

above unless

excerpted

in trees

 

The fleeting bearing of tree sessions (seasons) breeding (swooping) the sky:     let it

be in loft

 

Vertebrae by which the heavens flock back to themselves     not instructed but

trusted on distended root

 

A woodland will sow steep pasture (sky) along its after-root summits

 

 

 

5

 

A ridge bristling in spruce     needles massed against weightless flight in what

propagates (turbo-vents) positions of flight

 

Hovering like a no longer reeling beyond      betweenness mid-sky, granted its

horizontal graduals of ascent

 

air-worthy in

festoon, tree

mass dissolves

cloud morass

 

if predominance

of air then domes

of forest, commons

in steepage

 

launch (lunge)

its span, filter-

wards to

horizon

 

Where trees are hooded they parachute a sky gate-crashing earth     at which

uncrowned heavens billow out again

 

Horizon as carrier (encounter) will encircle only as forest pressed lobes to the sky