New lights installed recently in nearby street---very nice.

I have determined, in this lingering, I will wake the Earth one night. I will show you a mystery, a midnight hall, a lamplit path, a romance spit from blooming dying earth. From my door we will vanish into the grass.

Believe everything

I won't say what has ruined me the last few weeks is a comedown from the adventure on the night of the eclipse, rather I will say it is a comedown from a series of lurid visions of myself. A moment, an experience, as quale, does not resolve itself in time, but a moment resolves itself in the Omega point where it is remembered; there, my body takes its pleasure from his touch. So too does my terror.

Take pleasure in the moment; it won't end.

We are each other's final act.

we are each other's final act
as i see it

grim season
since solar music through our bedroom window
carried my heart in
dreaming the bedsheets

listless
in my ear
your lips sing
the opera of waking

My salt

All is right, we are broken.
Just now an astringent vision of joy
drew the water from me.

The black dog is a starvation
of Sunday mornings beside you.