1657

1657
What is a sparrow’s
Wing span of hours?
Did she mind the stir
Of cicadas stealing silence?
She’d light at my foot
With sure embassy:
I know you, sir,
Angling a small reacquainting eye:
Family’s hungry.
I haven’t seen her it’s been days,
Days gone by.

1643

1643
Skate folded wing
By feather bend
Gravity’s rail
That bounds the earth to every partner
Past woven scale.
Move to live
Is law unteneted,
And your flight
Small fellow is your breath
But my beauty.

1626

1626
My eyes are more real than sight,
For all is the fear and nothing is
A thousand suns at night;
Did they all blink out
Were confirmation
Not of voided heaven,
But a heart of darkness
That worlds its own perceiving.
Upon this tissue
Is my palace built,
Within a shore without a sea.