28 September 2007
24 September 2007
The smallest world
Is a circle too
Encircled too with stars
And rounded too with time,
Distance availing inversed.
Photons as selves is a weary
Conceit on your north skin,
Ensconced in 3-mirrored sin in grace emerging.
Termed in emergence,
And infinity twist, to oh.
15 September 2007
One more cigarette, three then,
While the shadows stand still as the sun
Still as dark flakes of stone
Not strewn but solid blots of earth worn through the pavement--
Unlike my sensorium cruelly curling as the smoke,
Finding motion in the still air,
Disyielding in its unweighted nature:
Not without the earth but woven in,
With, of, notion and light.