From one inked outpour
to unvarnished whiteness...

Swayin', collidin' cornstalks
begins an orchestral opera...

Wherein the haven, dwells my stillborn child?
The crib could not illumine gilt enough...

Dormant buds
await fluxing snow...

(I)
What miserable virus plagues ourselves...

(I)
My love would frown, if could, about this stone...

As I do list the highlights left of me
In twilight of my life through memoirs' reel...

O' sandy shells, o' sandy shells, I know;
Why pearly armors 'neath the sand conceal...

If I had breath to give but one last word
Could love weight all my brimful heart's outpour...

I'm in between the festive year of new
and tied by thought within the others past...

Doubt all my words,
create shadows behind thine actions...

As she and I do lay 'neath summer's noon
I quarrel with the sun: who loves her more...