Sweedler Preserve
Sweedler PreserveMoss and fungiGlowing after rainThen tunnels scythedIn autumn grassThe seat of Heaven hereScratched into stoneBy restless fingersWashed by sun...
Read MoreSweedler PreserveMoss and fungiGlowing after rainThen tunnels scythedIn autumn grassThe seat of Heaven hereScratched into stoneBy restless fingersWashed by sun...
Read MoreThe Old Walls Are GoneMy eyes open on the worldPain in the eaves pain in the skyIn the words passing out of livesFriends families nations namesSinking like rain in cups...
Read MoreThe Night Train The night train comes,its sole satellite shining on the planetits iron sea become molten daylight.The horn I hear sings to you too,the sparkle of rain...
Read MoreMetaphysics Reality is a nasty habit. It keeps on getting worse.Time is an addiction.A cradle and a hearse.All things moving forwardfrom Pandora’s boxto Queen Anne’s...
Read MoreMary Asked About the Water My dreams of water varyconcrete grey a scum of petroldiving downward East River pierced bygrimed Lucifer funneling into waveletsplane crash...
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