The Nonconformist’s Memorial
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That This
Day is a type when visible
objects change then put
on form but the anti-type
That thing not shadowed
The way music is formed of
cloud and fire once actually
concrete now accidental as
half truth or as whole truth
2011
From “Debths”
A work of art is a world of signs, at least to the poet’s nursery
bookshelf sheltered behind the artist’s ear. I recall each little
motto howling its ins and outs to those of us who might as
well be on the moon illu illu illu
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Antique Mirror
Etce ce Tera. Forgotn quiet all. Nobody grows old and crafty
2013
The Midnight [For here we are here]
For here we are here BEDHANGINGS daylight does not reach Vast depth on the wall Neophyte Alapeen Paper Patch Muslin Calico Camlet Dimity Fustian Serge linsey-woolsey say A wainscot bedsten & Curtans & vallains & iron Rodds Many bedsteds were roped "Bedsted. . . .& bed Rope
2003