I wonder who made the first beach.
It wasn't the sea shells, they were still...

I watch trees from my woods,
black bark against a cyan sky...

Every second, each sentence passing
through the clouds, draws magnetically...

Recessed against the sky
Like a playful winter child...

Fractions reduced to motes,
twilight frost with ghosts...

And there in the jungly movement I came upon a...
Fled gasping from a star that broke...

Summer blooms upon your dress,
I'm thinking Can you guess...

Hy a Scullyas Lyf a Dhagrow
this fancy infancy...

I. Onyx
I want mistakes...

The secret is to inform all modes of knowing.
a mind chews vacantly into darkness- rusts...