Amazing how one tiny tear can
relieve an epoch of pain
if it was I who you mistook
for a cave kiss
raven in sorghum, with whom I do
not know where to expect
that we go
inveighing slicks up
or spite of your slime
tank so truffle-heavy,
are you the arugala leaf?
Cabiria, raring to parlay
imperceptible clowning
spooked by floor, no wonder
enjoins me to ceiling
of letting - but is not why the hum
mutt-bleakened canal
verdant plumage alone you
descend at once with ever
who, precise unto me resound: want
to unsee
spare all under all over - night scion
never beneath, gravelling
reduced to having unveiled no better
than your sex
even truthing to self
your affectionate improbability
so gravitate toward meaning
exhuming positions of star lights
ages ago
what about partisan
veering in toward
we, sans me, too far and too vast
doing without all but not desiring
Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset
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18 March 2013
13 March 2013
I am excited to see you, as you know
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