Clutching time like a branded fool, I walk a line in a crowded school. But one day I came to Mary, with one idea so clean and wary. She took its gist and pumped it up, then spit it back into my cup. Oh stop me diabolic fool. I’ve come to play no tricks for …
Soaring into the living once more. Into the lawful. A dazzling wonder materializes before my eyes. A lovely face and frame prances through my text threads. A thought to end all the other thoughts comes alive and dances, swirls in front of my unbelieving notions. The ghost speaks to me intently. It comes through her, …
Dear God – placed here on a worn teak chair, blasted with the morning sun. A phrase foisted on my eyes: “Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,now I wash the gum from your eyes,You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the lightAnd of every moment of your life.”
Into the looking glass went your eyes. And there you were again. Like the worm in your pocket after you stomped the Jerusalem beetle. You rise and you rise and you rise. And we know not what for. Look for it on the trail. In the stars at dawn. Where is your reason for rising? …
Oh Philos, you dug so industriously, like an ingenious prisoner with a spoon sneaked from the mess hall. Tunneling and pushing out past trails and birds, pines and crows, worms and lizards. Beyond sunsets and moon rises, to cups of coffee on a grand crown of land above the ocean. You smashed through the gates …
