In the absolute pitch of trustless dark
I found the touch of your fingers...

The river crosses
prairies like a butterfly...

I am the survivor
of the ultimate attack...

When was
and where...

My heart is a
magic peregrine bird...

Space is as the result of our disunion
the scatter of our holy communion...

I am happening
as I look at my watch...

The dissemination of bullets seeded the womb of...
the land’s arms opened...

It is so startling
how precise...

Even though blindfolded to that
it is only ourselves...

Your breasts are
mountain haves of honey and zest...

O darling, o darling in this cage you’ll never...
There was a man...