Eyes half-shut, you are seeing,
unseeing to house the failing light...
Certain feelings
such as organic...
The knot was broken
from the waist...
After the skin, the corti
were trying to measure the silence...
In shadow of the moon, why
an illict bone, indentured...
The wayfarer, searching
for the leaf-pains...
The unthinking begins again
watching a lunar...
You were collecting the
clocks, to stall...
The póetique listening
to the reason, as foggy...
I woke up this morning
raindrops are falling...
Treading gently, trying
to feel close to the heat of...
The Eagle and the Vulture
Both soar high in the sky, the Eagle seeks prey...