Diurnal I, and: Diurnal II

106 MATTHEW GAGNON DIURNAL I Built to spell the tether and junctures the forecast has its turf It is the day’s aggrieved motto a cask of bearings A word: envoy port call would rather reverberate among the stones and minerals than wither to zero 107 MATTHEW GAGNON DIURNAL II It is the clemency of the present in the footlights that imperils Navigate the boulevards edged with wire and columns of solar glare There is no terrace of purveyance that counts the losses how they stick like an outgrowth letting those subatomic particles reassemble an eye’s globe as a voice learns reluctance ...