L I F E   

h a s   p a s s e d   me   by 

T h e r e   a r e   T W O   E N D L E S S   D I R E C T I O N S .

I n   a n d   O u t .

T H E

F O U R – S T O R Y 

M O U N T A I N

But we knew that something was wrong, that THE WORLD was WRONG (catastrophically), that we WERE wrong (catastrophically), that SOMETHING (anything) was CATASTROPHICALLY WRONG EVERYWHERE.

B e a u t y   i s   P e r v a s i v e

The underside of the leaf

Cool in shadow

Sublimely unemphatic

Smiling of innocence

The frailest stems

Quivering in light

Bend and break In silence

 
a SENSE of IMMINENT HORROR made OBJECTS SHARPER,
Just as the SHADOWS in December are SHARPER than April and the SNOW that FALLS AT NIGHT is NEVER BRIGHTER.

He Was Daily Met with an Emotion That Seemed to Adhere to People’s Skins, Coats, to the Cut of Buildings, to the Words for Those Buildings.

WHISPER
secretly
WHISPER
secretly WHISPER
secretly WHISPER
secretly
WHISPER
secretly

A N Y T H I N G

I S

A

M I R R O R

I wish the idea of time

would drain out of my cells and leave me quiet

even on this shore.