how that what seems monumental at a distance
flattens up close
a world is sometimes
turning a dial to watch France
Notre-Dame:
the climber, who says in his interview
he learned the trick from squirrels
not mice, as was commonly believed
that he spent years perfecting it
training his eye up railings and balustrades
across windows, statues
once, the brick over a lover’s shoulder
anything vertical
corps laid perpendicular
he goes on that they’ll edit this after the arrest
how that part where he raved about paintings he admired
the top looked odd to him like bells smothering a church
was awkward even to his ears