dormant
the tree that will
become
my third arm
recall the time
before
there was a word for
speech?
mineral sky
a boy comes alive
in the mirror
fall get up fall
after all it's what
is
solitaire
we enter solitaire
we leave
la dolce vita
and yet … and yet
tic toc
and outside time
the long tac
..*..*..*..
doing
it again
listening
for my echo
in a
rusty nail
remind
me,
all is
vibration, right?
”mine
is the night”
a black
dog plays
with my
I-ball
fastening
the mind again
to what
I touch
solemnly
we
carry an eye
through
the desert
lay us
down softly
on the
lake of battery fluid
tinnitus
or
God's voice?
sleep
on it
