How well do they mix, the flocks. Of geese amongst stars. All together they seem, don't they, they seem to be writing purposeful letters ... T ... V ... X ...
Am I reading things? Am I reading PYX ... VEX ... STYX ... ?
Who am I vexing by DIPPING my pyx into the styx of the sky?
An adverse wind blurs my eyes.
22 de març 2009
flocks of geese, flocks of stars
20 de març 2009
exhibit
I saw that sky on the sky only the other evening – light’s obscene exposure...
for our astounded grateful eyes to feast on.
09 de març 2009
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