you'd be a very pretty tree

gods of stars

 

stupendous scarf

resplendent

licking wind

you make me think of trees

doing the obverse of polishing pearl

down from the tree to observe

rats indefatigably from caves

of roots that hold no anchor

 

the other side stars

tarot

 

my memory goes back before time

i am not god

science

incurious by nature

inherent contradiction

there is no

writing to you

rivalorous

 

hatch of cun

 

you're weird

 

capital decarnivore

 

i want to write to you how i want to write to you

not wanting to write to you at all

breaking rebreaking

clue me in

margin

was days spent in your time

jet-lagged, anyway lost 

midnight near dawn, dawn near noon-- 

nigh midnight, nigh eve

sextant

let there a boat

as disabused temperance blind within sails

says just here of just here

sparrow