~between the blacksmith if it is possible to lose relation[Drew Gardner - from The Meditations]
missing from the procession, the stronger drift
that lures to view, susceptible, moves through
a curtain of snow
tear crystals for the sake of staying
endurance, a bright cave displaced like wheat
but that is the sound of the river growing
dark against gravity, dissolving a human form
fragments of the map, medicine and poison
theater anything the mind, clarity anything the body
a sleeping deer or did it leap into the road
ash is pollen
dry remaining tower, only lightning
within the heart the work of
the wheel the arm turns, stars to eat and window
made of earth flashes in the eye's mind
promise or in discord attended in the marriage
of ourselves and more than space
unseen as real as iniquity
remembered out of questions