From Breathturn

Go Blind Today already

eternity too is full of eyes —

Where in

drowns, what helped the images

over the path they came,

Where in

expires, what took you out of 

language with a gesture

that you let happen like

Autumn and silk and nothingness

From Threadsuns

In the noises, like our beginning,

in the ravine where you fell to me,

I wind it up again, the 

musical box– you 

know: the invisible,

the 

inaudible one.

From Threadsuns

Speechwalls, space inward–

spooled in upon yourself

you holler yourself to the lastwall

The fogs are burning

the heat hangs itself inside you.