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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
Pythagorean Silence [Excerpt]
1. age of earth and us all chattering a sentence or character suddenly steps out to seek for truth fails falls into a stream of ink Sequence trails off must go on waving fables and faces War doings of the war manoeuvering between points between any two points which is what we want (issues at stake) bearings and so holes in a cloud are minutes passing which is which view odds of images swept rag-tag silver and grey epitomes seconds forgeries engender (are blue) or blacker flocks of words flying together tense as an order cast off to crows
1990