At commingled dusk I had learned the clear,
honesty clear, solid, I spit fish, wood and smoke.
Several complications my caesarean birth,
several complications my cancerian death,
several midges chirping pull them,
earworms pulled out having made their tunnels
      (if I had a blackbriar strand—running it
      in, twist, pulling worms from their channel),
midges commingled clearly at dusk,
chirping “Go, this morning, calculate.”