( lanny quarles /via )

I Walk on Guilded Splinters.

"The boundary whereon I break to mist" --The Ring and the Book

Morphing flower thingy.

changed is
was & will be
i remember now
soft warmth pressed close against me still
as the moon

years swarm
the morning light
blues on the radio
as i commute to my 70s
built school

books read
return to me
when October brings
its dusty cardboard boxes stacked
to the roof

garret
where i made
myy 3D paintings wield
its gold & tutelary rustlings
as forms

tongues stir
from desuetude
courtroom battles teem
i find in this dead candle aroma
of wings

changed is
the morning light
when October brings
its gold & tutelary rustlings
of wings

The square that squirms.