Works

Tesseract

It was said that in the beginning there was only the sea
and the sky; not a spot of land and only the flying animals living between. And the waters were quiet. And the skies were always still. And, yet, everything moves around them, and there must be something that moves them, too. When we become aware of our wants, isn’t it then that we understand we are helpless to time? As all things must be. And this is what stirs the water, and this is how the sky becomes wind, and when the wind was shook, it learned to thunder, and then the sea and the sky became all their wants awakening. How even the sky can deliver water, even the water can bear the fire, and this is what makes the land, this is how the gods love. And when the land woke they whispered to it, the rain, and it has never stopped falling.

Someday, Again

I’m waiting for the words        to catch up to my heart    which is 
elliptical at the moment            there’s an apology 

even I am expecting to bore out of my throat

                                                                         but what for            what for 

I am continuing to write in a font        that displeasures me 
            everything shifts so rapidly

my body           the environment           my body            the environment

21 Spirits

Do they only show themselves to you, because I am too afraid?

They don’t make this world for people who see like you do.

What if I’m just too fond of this awful world.

What if this, alone,

is too much to bear, already.