looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
