once, upon the twilight of an age when daylight and delight were long in lasting, and [r]age was rare, and songs were of substance solid enough to softly break our nightly fasting, there was born a boy who bent as freely as…
on steam, on shreds of dream, through air, through stripe and stare, comes (flickering, fluttering, flowering, flying) the drifter who dances with the dying. from dim and distant draws he nearer, nower, closer, clearer; settles on a line of sight, stretches slowings…
“she takes me by the seams, she does, this girl i keep dreaming, and some of me is sated by my somnolence’seeming.” Candorféa connects the dots she’s doodled on her pad, considers them constellarized and frowns – the news is bad. (she’s…
it is true. the sun is a chariot chasing a_fire. the sun is a ship in cloud-seas, climbing higher. the sun is an all-seeing eye. the sun is a ball beetle-rolled across sky. the sun is nucleicombustion. the sun is the surest…