I look good on paper
Another flight assembled
From the river eventually
Like a soap bubble
For them this height
Has immemorial solitudes
Bones, patches of oil are visible
In the land east of the sun

2

My first stepping ashore
The rock of vile reproach
Juan Fernandez immortalized
Our failure to open
Mind, isolated bones and teeth
Spills revolving in mansions
By way of a larger sea
Sky of colored glass

3

Yes I’m an explorer
The ship was cruising
In dreadful place to the rock
With respect to our eyes
It’s not seen
To construct an animal
Seven time zones away
A pale ontology at best

4

Surprising, I was other
Diet, behavior or posture
Distilled a mottled unreal
Noon we found ourselves
Out from the land here
Encouraged to look
Whole, in repose
As if the road was well nigh

5

I found the winds beyond the current
Seemed to be made of crystal
The rolling sea resounding
Abermarle to the south
As dark outlines
With seagulls hoarse
Favorable for tantrums
The drastic paired with colonial

6

I had an idea
The crew was sent ashore
Then he the boatman
Making  the passage which
Resulted in a foreign land
Or mother Russia’s outer darkness
A country, a boat’s cliff
The coast without difficulty

7

I don’t advocate
Spying out so strange
Waiting on the dreadful trades
He regained for a Tuesday
A local animal
Covered with mirrors
Bringing back whatever tortoises
Breaking aloft and solemn

8

I entered that
For a few blissful hours
Connections were patchy
Distrusting the words
Of that rare melody
And they fitly
Answered after sunset
When bad row easily
9

The bald eagle I,
Looking at a bird
Continued well by using
The coast of South America
It is doubted whether
The eaves of any old barn
Allowed these delicate patterns
So pale with spring

10

Returned, I looked
And on the rock the waves
More expeditious than
The fragile architecture of light
We found ourselves
Settled in this narrative
Near the islands named
After our failure to open our eyes