nobody will answer for your love don’t be caught broken wailing staring into the gaping antidawn of unhallowed abyss and temple gate through which you can never pass, but drawn down into obeisance, night after night, milling seed in your mother’s village by the secret river, taking the milled seed, leaving it at the gate…
I return thoughts to The ship of theseus Shinto temples rebuilt like a cyclical adolescence It’s like the night we watched “the young maths” In the classroom where I learned I was nearsighted, the same wood walls absorbing ‘what through the green tube shoots the flower’, that light slowly radiated back to me on cool…
The greenest part of the green onion that is closest to the sun there is a way out there is a way forward there is a way through
I Dream (and so do a great many things) the sound of my teeth brushing against the stone of my tongue, the sound of the wind and the sky in the tree, the sound of my own mind whizzing in my hair, the Sparkle of music In a glance mystic mouth opens and I’m a…