"But these are false, or little else but dreams,
Conjectures, fancies, built on nothing firm.
The first and wisest of them all professed
To know this only, that he nothing knew..."
--Paradise Regained
Snowflakes on an overpass at night.
1.
sparkling grooves · dry spavined
sparse in the mute future
so tired · hands of tinsel
attempt where claims are empty
& the night bird battles
2.
tide-whisperer tipsy
with too long steeped oolong
no need · for three socks
the gold kneels in the limbec
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