1665
At variance with simplicity
Is the simplest thing:
To open eyes
Having seen before;
Having felt,
To doubt the equivocation of coolness.
The morning bird song's
A feather's-breadth from chaos,
And death a sister who will speak
In the surface calm a summons.
22 August 2011
1664
19 August 2011
1663
17 August 2011
1662
Toboggan down my redshift,
You lightspeed, you relativity;
I want to ride on your back
And hold horizons in each hand.
We could comove
At a proper distance,
Letting constants smooth
This manifold.
We may agree on an absurdity,
Or digress in a divergency,
Content we all anomalous
In a topology of sense.
16 August 2011
1661
14 August 2011
1660
13 August 2011
1659
12 August 2011
1658
10 August 2011
1657
What is a sparrow's
Wing span of hours?
Did she mind the stir
Of cicadas stealing silence?
She'd light at my foot
With sure embassy:
I know you, sir,
Angling a small reacquainting eye:
Family's hungry.
I haven't seen her it's been days,
Days gone by.
09 August 2011
1656
08 August 2011
1655
07 August 2011
1654
06 August 2011
1653
1652
1651
1650
04 August 2011
1649 It is a vacancy in one That makes category destiny, But smallness is all, And fate a toy of hubris and fear. For instant outweighs age, Measure, faith, Phenomenal, noumenal.
03 August 2011
1648
1647
02 August 2011
1646
1645
1644
1643 Skate folded wing By feather bend Gravity's rail That bounds the earth to every partner Past woven scale. Move to live Is law unteneted, And your flight Small fellow is your breath But my beauty.
