Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about

Needless of a judge, a contrite heart is a bird suspended on a current, shifting myriad planes without asking or telling.

Wanting anything— What a curse. I take the simplest of shelter, revisit proven feeding grounds, do what my organs demand.

Torus, it’s shaped like, hang on, the number is as large as the planet.

The ravens were about me and I felt as though I moved with the… Full am I, too, of grace and inst… Knowing the wind can tell a secret… being a vastness of numbers,

In your gut is an empire— Spells, tug of war, Holy Days, ascent, decline.

Good Monad, In all bad news I see how strong we are. This life confusing,

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?

Wise Elders decide what mistakes are afforded who and tie color with number and meaning to frequency

In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves

Their adversaries’ heads were placed in a Styrofoam icebox and it still wasn’t dissuasion eno… The chase of supremacy lingers until the farthest reaches…

(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…

What is your idea of placid? How about a mountain campground? Yes, but here in the midst is a querulous brain a competitive heart