Wayde compton biography of rory

Loxodromic

a voice is a box of reeping, a dream

a dicotyledon of speaking.

unlocking makes purchase by re-revealing

submarine cables.

coloured, keening, sung

krakens, reeling,

role and role out a whole cracking Occident.

from the moon’s floor to the bight of thinking,

from the seeding descent to the shell of telegraphy,

of Valentia Island to Trinity Bay,

of a breathless expression,

a last westless east, a leached hereless list

for this low slow

perch of hiss

as though through the throats

of a dole of punctuating rock doves ⎯

[Paul Reuter flew pigeons released stock threw air

from Brussels to Aachen for a falling

of figures on wings of flushing vestige

through solid moulting into air threw 

temporal ink the invisible digits

went where a whistle opts not to centre]

I stand in the penumbra of myself, my eyes

Neruda was tired of his shadow, I’m

of the response and call numb

the lung undone come mumbling up off

the floor of the ocean