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.