There is a suspension (without a bridge)
in the first line of the first dream song by John Berryman. It reads,
“Huffy Henry hid the day.” Berryman tumbled over.
But this declension before death
A furrow of ground challenging
the living to plant it.
as the end of the line before the end of the line.
A whitewash of troubles
ideas crashed into the empty space like cars in a demolition match,
or faulty trapeze artists somersaulting in between and down, or divers in shallow water,
or drunks on ice
skidoo, skidoo, & skidoo.
Before every letter and the next, there is a crack of space, and between every word
never to be patched
because, as science tells us,
the universe is mostly empty space. And every silent street,
every empty home or apartment
is a clue.