Here, gone…
Unfolding fields
Of spring-shaped blooms refold —
I should have pressed them in a book…
Turn, world!
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Said true
Let there be false
So fell yes from the heavenly no
Over the surface of always moves now: Every therefore singing
I am
Embers
Proud eleven
Five-sided : Four-sided
Pilgrims in the rolling fields
Embers
Get your
Empathy off
My skin, your feet out of
My grippy socks—you two-way mirror
You freak
ǝɯ ɟo oʍ⊥
:noʎ ɟo ǝuou s,ǝɹǝɥ⊥
:uoᴉsᴉʌᴉp llǝɔ ɟo ɯɹoℲ
ʇsǝɹǝɔuᴉs ǝɥʇ sᴉ uoᴉʇɐʇᴉɯI
pɐǝɹ I
Mournful
Ghosts of mist
Float lazily silver
Through neat beams of streetlight: New moss
Softens
The sidewalk
A stag alone in the parking lot
Eats from pharmacy’s tree
Some dim star falls:
Satellite
Litter
In the graveyard:
Outer space’s shadow
Borne on wild autumn wind: stings
My cheek
but me
all mine
strange and wondrous
this thought i keep within –
unheard, unseen, untracked, unknown
to all
strange and wondrous
this thought i keep within –
unheard, unseen, untracked, unknown
to all
¬
voidful
cold nonebetweens
disabyssing downly
like an inside-out lake dreamt and
forgot
$
“money
isn’t always
evil,” i cringe and stuff
a bald eagle through the eye of
a needle
As Above
Stars at
Fiesole
Above gold Firenze
A caraffe, olive oil, and bread
Alone
Tables
Vacant and still in patient rows
Between the heavens and
The city of
Dante
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