(2019-2021)
when completely decided,
I call upon things,
a surface,
a metamorphosis,
I knew pain
close to me in nocturnal consecration,
I look at him with no sound.
I feel:
I want to stand
The murmurless commandment.
Hello
month of light,
high and near,
The cold eternal house
Where are you? western moon —
and no more
tired of praising
the world
physically sore
this life
transitioning
of seasons
to season
duration of days
not spinning
becoming
up
outgrowing
growing close
intimacy
a strain.
when
Outside and Inside
/is