As/Is







8.21.2004



be twixt was lit

was waiting in locks where
towed the leaves gimokud
soul t
errors at rest
tugged to and fro a lit
taper strung cellular mess
ages of half thought
thoughts
on paper a soft creased
border between waking
and
be
fore the
stuttering
be gan a pure land gotten
a sheila run
to shelter na gig
y nos otros
that other
our lady
the one
of roses and serpents
and lines