How you were, How we might, the sooner it starts, the later the night when that appregio descends, the final fish dive, that soothing bow rends the…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my madness, your furtivity, and our stinkingly dour stoicism…
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I touched your inner comments then, judging me to…
No words tonight– quiet, no sound, no light, nowhere bound, come with me–step light without ground. Wet, soft, sweetly spell out the words you spilt…
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif to another, as one wandering flout might emerge…