( me / via )

Falling in2 a spikey hole of cereal.

"I am in need of Archimedes' machines
And the nerves of Psamtik even more..."

--Tzetzes 12

Crystal #12.

"carrying batteries into the desert"

one vigil through the shapes of light
cascading onto another

& only sometimes words seemed
to correspond

pulled out of bed
in the middle of the night

reversals
& recognitions

chipping away at the
old themes

water
the intransigence of baklava

sev'ral hundred incoming
envelopes

the uncknowledged
cough

exile from the city i knew
into one i don't

the muezzin's cry
transmuted into churchbells

rhagfyr
& the ghost of each leaf

MEMORIAL TO THE SACRED WIND OR THE TOMB OF THE KAMIKAZE.