As/Is







1.11.2006


Wondering (about Franz Wright)

A gnome of a light,
a man, molasses
and eyes drilled
into oil [of word]

There is something
strange about beauty
when it's blinding
or simple.

They all threw
stones, perhaps
even he did...

a few boulders
shaken down
from high places

we can only
pray to sink

.... and I wonder
about wondering.