Four nights ride at me like knightless horses.
Some of us may be dead.
Do not overreact, we shall (re)enliven to you, the dead.
And, if you feel restless,
And, if it lingers, walk.
But, you must (not) forget your breath.
The Stain of that tree;
the mark of that unknown paw.
The tug of leash.
Does it follow?
Machen to Helen.
Machen was guide. Weigh Station.
Chhinnamasta calls me fall at her feet.
With my love.
To feed her, so she may feed the mystæ.
Horrendous in image.
But not horrible when properly imagined.
Can you deserve without earning?
Leviathans are understandably underendowed.
Catastrophe revealing atrophy.
Missing. One star. Even though there is a sky full.
I walked through a field of green meadows, last night.
Fields of fantasy and feeling.
And, then again,
the singular black dot.
I cannot enlargen it, but I
continue to try.
I did as I have done because the demand
upon me was greater today.
Clothed in bedsheets worn/draped as a
Imagine. Pitter patter. Socks on carpet.
The deer licked the derelict.
Feeling the parsimony of time in mind.
A precious ore mine.
A veritable land grave possessed
by the fool hanging by one foot.
On a needle & thread.