Jul 26

Pieces of the hereafter drifted into view. You cut them up

Further, scattered them despairingly across the way. We

Felt there was no further answer — unable or unwilling to see.

The constellations looked like a storm and I was no closer

To them than I was when we began.

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Jan 11

Now there is never something that

You can never quite articulate that speaks

Up and down the ladder of vowels and vows

And moves you to assimilate yourself into

The scheme of personal survival. Dreams have

A spongey, almost benign quality. The New

Testament grammars are just as dark as…

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