It has been since the wintered circuit
It has been since the wintered circuit
stood on the platform detached
moved with it as one didn’t know my name
focused on in hindsight
lettered in the ruins
“that’s a mouthful, these fingertips”
dark wing divining dark wing
artists of tomorrow shed your present skin
“chaste when committed before the eyes of a child”
seeping discards
“be vicious about the loss of nature”
utter foundling beneath silverunders
What never existed in the world even after an intention to realize it
is sublimated twice as perversity
sudden flash in the earth’s posture
or was it “loss of innocence”?
stealing alms from a riddle of meager yards
“you thought the fledgling words could stand themselves”