“Didn’t I tell you to love everyo… Love everyone. That’s my only business. No small feat, but I have all of eternity.

As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.

Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.

Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,

Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

It’s good here decapitate me here this moment perfect astounding unknowing faith in God not necessary

The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation

The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.