A double omega,
Zeno’s arrow suspended,
quivers
while the universe curls its tail.

in brown-red.
The starless
nearness drowns the heartless.
The sleepless read in bed.

Blessed one


of the blonde braids


why did you leave


[                              ] my fingers


smelling of goat?

I have washed the only good cup for your       morning coffee.

Motion away from the spectacle
a specter moves w
you: on the piste from Douentza to
Timbuk-
tu two
4 x 4s
are ants along a ledge