For What's Order's Intoxicant

For what's order's intoxicant, Pleiades,
as seeing down?
Is the miser unsensed,
who wants to shove
the snail along without a secret
or slow the fin stripped tides?
Just these crest and
tolerate pretense,
cluster toward abiding sense
wish wishing wish wishing
for kelp forest
less and less.

What's intoxicated inside sisters inside
alone, abalone?
Is that the shelling thrill bent
to uncurl shells
the scabs hard inside, picking wells of
rock flesh or are these stars?
Just they fester light
intolerably many, just figures
round forward fog's to eat them,
where what abides's skipping
for it it skips
less and less.

The shores rock
the pelicans hover
dive at fish the sea?
Among the stones water stars
to pick themselves, crabwise, clean.
Pleiades, who beg fix,
make a live, drink,
make a constellation suit
a shell, a crime unlooted
for the stoney shores rock
stars eyes sotted
less and less.