You're Rowing By Wordlight

Who Is Invisible Enough To See You

Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

Poetry Is A Sort Of Homecoming.

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.

No One Bears Witness For The Witness