the distance to dusk from dawn.
this happens at true noon. it happens every day. then you blink, and you forget, and you go [al]on[g] your way. but if you could remember, this is some of what you’d say: you see true. you see you’ve come through a…
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…
in medias res we had our inception. in a radius, meshed, came each new conception. the middle of things is in, as seen when what once surrounded is swallowed—and as much, when the flavor of a flower’smoke is followed. in a desert…
save that, trade that, keep that second-sided. waive that, shade that, let your hands be guided. nothing of importance can be pre-decided. the moment of the reckoning is reticent in advance—but once inside, the slightest slide supplies sufficient chance to change your…
one sky is a measure, grown smaller by the city and the sitting in a stillnessurrounded by motions of metal among masses married to the illness they are marred by, one they’ve carried into higher and higherises—but clouds are not brought closer…
stop. stop like the sun at its height a world across, where flowers welcome wind and not a single lumen’s lost. stop like the sun at its depth herecent-passed, where all the leaves have left us and the snow’s drifts are amassed.…