instinct groups us to the high ground, there to escape the biting and the bog, there to survey for the future, there to search for the past.

my palette carries my colours, shows my schema, i load it, "show me, show me" and scrape it back, "not that, not that" whilst it bears...

what is the sign for violence, for vertebra piercing skins, for bullet wounds in backs, for poisoned lands, for numb minds, for averted...

please stop now. these patterns we make are not pretty. no, i cant look up, i have to have my place with these things, i cannot stop. you...

lay down the smallest with care, calibrate your senses to their call, notice their need to receive their certain place, your certain love.

the snug symmetry of your name, letters neat as roof beams, i can hear your siblings calling "han', han' you can come out now", and you...

caught in the light, a chimera in the camera eye, stolen from your dark experimental path.

how we have built our capital, such seamless capacity to serve our selves. and if we take out the cannula?

naked green unfolds its promise, the promise spiked with darker spires, in us canker pocks the most perfect lawn. .

did you see? did you hear? did you speak?

lead slumps within you. horizon warns of fatalities. approach however refuses flatness.

we spill, gravity pulls, the river splits and re-joins.

tarry for all, chance for second chances, is in the turning and joining of hands.

in insignia code your deepest longing.

find me at the end, resting knees to chest, younger selves within the lock of my arms, turning slowly back to dust.

the bird was wounded three women paused uncertain of their role in this wounding. to cross over towards its dying, to move it, to tend...

my tongue searches for the sweetness in the hollow of the tall grass, stem from the ache in bones long laid.

water into love and love rises, no love and the water fails.

we split and sift, power following pride, the metre of the iron rod shines then corrupts the balance of a softer cycle of exchange.

notice your gift, your lens for lack, missing the treasure at your feet.