city studded with sun, streets traversed, burning up the years.

a ribcage of lines drawn up to a gap, beating time, waiting at the cave mouth.

like the cat, the line imagines a fluid path inspection codes in dots and dashes.

drive in the nail, lay the claim, hell bent on dominium.

the more i demand direction, the more i meet my murk.

the surface shadows a fire a thousand years sunk, licking the edge of its visions.

c u where you pause to drop your guard.

the moment of being found, landing touch across space, reeling in the running away.

that reverie of space timeless, empty, receptive, yours.

such romance between ego and terror, between power and ruin.

i can take more of you, your water meets my earth and the pollen runs through our mud like gold.

the black hole births us, always ahead it pulls us out of ourselves.

limbs reach through the house, binding memory in time and space.

a yellow silk liner, the inside of a thin envelope, young children still rolling in the grass.

calculating the surface area of disintegrating form keeps the formlessness at bay.

leg by leg the robin takes the spider, his economic eye counting.

let's seek a softer pillow, loose the hard words, slow the push of life.

from the middle of the road, we watch light glint on the games of others.

sweet dreams are sticky, drops of blood thrown to the gods.

full of howling moon, life lessons and a kit bag packed as a child.