the night is nigh
my eye can see...
you—an almost ache, almost wound, almost lover,
almost return to self, almost summer, almost a...
Droplets of whiskey
perfume the air as the winter...
Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...
Forgetting the past is
not recognizing the present...
Everything is running,
seemingly towards somewhere...
Do you remember our dawn
where awareness first...
Life is not easy
for easiness is death, hence...
Nereus, man of the sea
count the crystals on my breath...
Orchestral breakdowns
look pitifully insignificant...
I immerse my hands beyond
the taut surface of reason...
I am a bird
in cage...