The King Lives

I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease…

XXXI. Sonnets for Dancer

Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append…

My dearest moment, still yet holding on air since ears seek wisdom and eyes, stairs spiraling upward…

Out you go, one way sown as pieceful flow threw out grown castings materially, literally or seriously,…

Since documentation furthers, doth you decree, then this thought feathers truly only you, exiting me. Cents not…

Daring, deep do you make the grade: neither a letter complete nor so inclined as to chase…

Seeking somnolence somewhere deep, unlight upon noises, scents incomplete as I ponder these depths, limitations meek in…

Hour upon hours will I wait for the day that my minutes are due, my second delay…

Should my heart no longer throb, our breathing still, your being long for echoes gone, the thoughts…

To count all these inches as they come tumbling down from miles above to the new spoken…