2077

2076

2075

2074

2073

2072

2071
Something you can no longer have, long
Orphan:
That sign of love's
First interpretation 
That braided mind and body.
Abridgment of the world you are,
Alike a nested cosmos,
With its lacks and superfluity
And imperfect balance in unity round,
That will ache still for what once was.

2070

2069

2062-c

2062-b

2068

2067

2066

2065

2064

2063

2062

2062
Oh brave new world
That has such creatures in it!
That make its wonders whole:
Nor eye nor ear without another's
Can take the measure of what is;
One brief cell can hold a heaven,
Two see what succeeds it.

2061

2060

2059

2058

2057

2056

2055

2054

2053

2052

2052
Her voice was modulated
By the voids in the terminal space,
By the long carpet lanes
That bloom and die in fluorescent light.
"Missed the flight," she said;
"Shit."
Joy was the release of something lost
And unfound still.

2051

2050

2049

2048

2047

2046

2045

2044

2043

+

2043
Ever is the course of events in full spate
Without; unaltered within,
Though alteration found.
Improvident soul,
That wants no addition to joy or woe;
That would unnature nature's motion;
Would hold a sea in harness.
Try stay a season from its name,
And call an hour stillness.

2042

2041

2040

2039

2038

2037

2036

2035

2034

2033

2032

2031