Nov 25

Some new constellation, which encroaches on

Reason. Symbiosis with what was already You, in

A fragmented sort of way. Epiphanic, strange —

Like light from another room in another time,

Leaking in. No choosing of despair. No choosing

At all.



Jul 28

It was only in the frenzy of an unheard of

Night that I heard you singing the end of God’s life.

In the private language of hopelessness, all of us were

Equally blind, all of us possessive of the same lack

Of knowing. So I culled you, pulled you close.