a view into the evening

Eyeless fish swim about a buried treasure
drowned in the cold sweeping of salt over gold.
reinvented
marine
pictures of
promise washing over speech

a hundred years tug along
and whereabouts now only known
like the sign at the crossing of a road

what if freedom casts a shadow like
a closed window marking the way out
and before we go
reaches through space as
breath dances whole over us and swallows night
and removes everything
floating us back in two into
what love is




........

Nothing At All

I write on white leaves
and leave my mark
in the room of a house I never built.


I close my eyes and hear
the faint rumble of voices through
the door and think.
if I can hear, I must have ears
and that noise is the beginning
and eternity is nothing at all.



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