sell me my memories of campfires and starlight, cowboys, cliches and on-screen kisses.

the tide moves through, mesmeric, breath of silver, so many different ways of telling, i'm watching the tremor in your lips.

how to feed a nation it's measure, one day in one day around, one day out.

by chance, by design, no words are needed.

Ganymede could be a detector for dark matter, they say something about slow solar decay. as gods before bore witness to the unknowable...

softly, softly, lay the cloth over the snag in the dream

no simple symmetry, our waste takes mutant shape, beyond our bodies, in excess of the natural return.

be faithful and receive the scraps from the table. put up and shut up.

in delight the blue glass shines, shards soon sand. our eyes glean difference and segregate, what damage our jurisdiction.

slender grey veil shield me, time splinters on the other side. i like it here where it is too slow to long for, too spacious to rub regret.

deft, directional, your singular intention. you, who can touch the skin of the sleeper with the ache of an ocean, or sever time as you turn.

where do you stop the splitting, tap energy becoming too weak to push. how do you thank the form of chance and greet the end of the road?

in the mirror of the family is where i find the life lessons that bolt my weak will and wandering mind, to wrest from enmity and rest in...

its an isle, a groove for my tune, i just have to follow, safe shoulder to shoulder, watch my feet and lose myself.

a form in a space; see one, the other, or the whole. too often the switch is only between the horizon and a body held in tension.

A year! what worth in the remnants? each day a snapshot, a few scraped words, each crush the same sigh. hollow stalks cut, chaff...

how many rooms have you sat in learning how to shepherd numbers towards the shining gate: shown images of attractors and inventors, only...

yes, i surrender. i have no defence against your geometry, i am silenced by your precision, your thorns stop me kneeling, your centre...

you, a square peg in a round hole, abraded by the howling mass, melt into adaptation and find your way.

differentiate, separate, sort, redistribute, task your interference with a fair eye