28 v 17 - los angeles
among the shadows
Who would have thought of such a sunday
new passages of paper
a mass of least parts tightly packed together.
varieties of attachment, weight, impetus, impact and movement
calm down. Wait
it turns and returns,
OUT OF THE SEA
this orphan wing of the day,
an intermixture of vacuity.
whatever emerges must be
the stock of things reborn
When their order is changed, they change their nature.
THE COOKING AFTERNOON PAUSES
starts to love us from listening to us so much.
let's serve each other nothing.
it multiplies and glitters undisturbed
releasing arduous, hissing silences,
and coming apart without bodies, vacant
to the prudent mixing
time allows you to imagine other things.