Dec 8, 2008


I'd love to talk of great beginnings
but every hard seed bitter countered
by an egg and what is not pulp
if not brought to rot may burn
til all is frozen What grand upheaval
do you foresee-- intellect but a frame
of river without ocean emotion
flawless with calm uncertainty

So of what do I speak with love--
names of shadows reactive fuses
of flesh and thought upon delusions
of saliency What do I know to voice
but that design will end as is
no matter paradigm-- look at me