This book is so fresh, so musical and Björk-level playful you will want to dance and weep at the same time. These poems are physical events, undeniable eruptions. Trees pen essays, men become a "thicket of reciprocal moans," an image roots itself in the sky, and the most alive thought is that which geysers forth from ambling and wending, from two feet meeting the earth again and again. With sacred repetition, dizzying queer desire, and "ancient grief," Caleb Nichols shows us how to live in a larger reality, one where a "cloud's shadow" is in fact "more real than the actual cloud." -Chen Chen, author of Your Emergency Contact Has Suffered An Emergency