death wailfor a moment silenceholds its note
autumn toneskākāriki alightevergreens
a death knellgonging in outer livesgoing on
"tree" . . .the one two inchesbehind your eyes
dying day . . .libraries of wordsshed their flesh
birth-breathyear after yeardeeper yet
deepening night . . .my I wretch-wrestling with(my God!) my God
bones in meflesh-filledfor presence
blear-blind . . .rain-dropping sunsmears the text
half a moonnight came and went:the fourth day
dying echomy spirit slipstreams his wake
first light skating a razor edge
such visionalmost the moonin absence
fetid with lifebeauty festers withretracted claws
unfurl within mefern-scrolls of prophecychanting light
white noise . . .my timeline convergesin ever-now
navigatingthe tip of an iceberganother
sleeper busmy anima heldin suspense
night prayera whisper of mothswithout light
metro trainall heads bowed beforeseparate screens
fleeting lightthis rosetta stoneof contact
my child's eyesbursting at the seams with silence
ewection winevewyday nowis Apwil Fools