the first glint, always, is alluvial.
the camera pans his rivered bed, it gleams
the fool's gleam... mahmet's mountain moves: he will
be driving piles into the darker seams.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
clocks and calendars - machines which capture
hours, and cages for our bird-free days -
let these slip by
(overlook, in their precision's rapture):
every unguessed laugh, spontaneous phrase,
once you've found your own path and you've mapped your
self's course, freed from time's and custom's ways,
expect to fly...