Life opens in front of me like a void with no singularity point. This is day one of eternity, how will it unfold?




Stuck between inside & out

there is no time of day

I walk behind your before

listen to the tinkling of the bells.


The Angel of the Moon

watches you sleep

perfection is a word

minted for you.


Stranger’s jostle

no attention to detail:

your detail is diminished

there is no up or down


I’ve turned from love

into the deep unknown echo

of you.


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