This is how we are:
Ignorant of Midas’ error,
Stubbornly, naturally dedicated to these bodies
And these minds
Of ours.

A white patron,
A black amasser,
And with such eyes,
It must be
Adept to see […]

These fingers
Under
Go
Metamorphosis
into a chrysalis
see how the tip of the index
pushes back the hour pointer
removing yesterday

these fingers
go
under
metamorphosing
into a chrysalis
as they […]

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I wandered the plaster path to nowhere
As always,
Counting the bricks of days,
Tracing my finger along the indent
Between them where the cement is lain.

How secure!
What a foundation!
‘The basest of […]