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.
Myriad Ways 