If I am all the things I love,
Then I am you and none of me...
He grabbed his notes from
the underground, fingers brushing...
You were there
My mother, born and bred...
No approximation yet made,
in an endless mental fabrication...
forsaken –
the light has abandoned us all...
Now
is a magnificent creature of infinity...
like pink clouds
preceding the most...
This year began
with a poetic yawn...
In this dark living room,
I stare at the street light...
What may come of the sunflowers
blossoming before schedule...
I saw her wear her
dark night secret...
Here I lay
Wide awake...