Black Milk Of Daybreak We Drink It

Each Arrow You Shoot Off Carries Its Own Target Into The Decidedly Secret Tangle

Who Is Invisible Enough To See You

In The Air, There Your Root Remains, There, In The Air

Illegibility Of This World. All Things Twice Over. The Strong Clocks Justify The Splitting Hour, Hoarsely. You , Clamped Into Your Deepest Part, Climb Out Of Yourself For Ever.

I Went With My Very Being Toward Language.