I was blind then, then a thread, then an effigy sledding toward the sun. Then a child falling unnoticed through space and into the sea, a painting of the sea. Dear Sister, your sisterho...

Oh, body, where are you going, body of the earth, lost double, lost copy of the body mute body of yesterday in tomorrow’s shredded cloth?

It is the role of the lovers to se… In the palm garden at night they s… and read by the light of the book. Syllables, particles of glass, the… The two, invisible– transparent– i…

From the Mercury Fountain, Mahmo… spills a stream echo of things sun to stone speaking cicada to poppy

Here, Sister, it can be said that good-by means hello, day night, far near, here where the rivers run uphill and the clouds lie still

The Logic of Contradictions A logical principle is said to be… or formal proposition because it c… nothing to the premises of the arg… governs. This leads to the logic o…

Now I see them sitting me before… There’s noise and laughter. Someb… mentions that hearing is silver before we move on to Table One with the random numbers. I look do…

“I said darkling and you said spar… The play-house appears before us as a real house in the dark filled with people cut out of magazines and postcards

Our bodies, Sister, such as they are, almost touch but transparent as they are we pass through one another as if on the way

But the buried walls and our mouth… no us but the snow staring at us .… And you Mr. Ground-of_what, Mr.… can you calculate the ratio betwee… between tone and row, copula and c…

The clock is a fiction, dear Sist… yet we live within it, Sister, its arms are ours, and the fiction is as real as a rose in the steel dust

What of the wolfhound at full stri… What of the woman in technical dre… and the amber eye that serves as a… and witness to the snowy hive?

(for Sarah when she’s older) The round and sad-eyed man puffed… he were alive. Gillyflowers to the left of the apple, purple b… and a grass-covered hill behind.

At last the perfect weather is une… even as the ice storms prove unend… even as what was once eternal departs like a brief smile as we swing from life to life

Those who have lived here since be… time are gone while the ones who m… replace them have not yet arrived. The streets are wet with a recent rain yet you continue to count