A palette the mind fills; shadows bustling like daybreak saints in the street glow— On margins grey of dust, there is wood burning; rife smoke …
The Body DEFINE
Ⅰ. With the crack of typewriters, cedar plot branches clasp the crooning moon— An entrance like the devoted sum singing Luci-Verse on Ed Sullivan. THIS …
I am: Always
Feather reign loft, the railing to soar against; implicit above all else; pilgrims rain-strike, stressing a pause) They flock like wallpaper, red roofs/partly-cloudy [My likeness, …
