blurred/eyrie.

shakey sunrise soothing the peace
into the musculature of statuette
lives unaccountable in a mysteri-
ous vertigo moving through leaves
and obelisked into retroactivity,

begins anew each lifespan eyes to
have been measured: lopey rhythms
mimic the names of half a hundred
deep, rotating portraits, and our
hair is long, so pretty that open

the house to visitors and soon we
have got a benevolent coven.. saw
politic signature, it isn't real-
ly that abstract but blow out the
candle and the flame will follow;

right now there's something out &
about the unspoken, and lettering
with careful expertise automatic-
al surf irradiates the fragrances
of past lives (and future!) in my

birth place where i was born-- if
lustre is born there, too, a sigh
will settle booklength, widthwise
upon the homemade tongue most oft
spoken into the souls of innocent

and trustworthy friends who glad-
ly gather on the grasses of green
fields of foreverland, and cannot
pause in the beautiful work we do
and honestly, it's not necessary.