Fragments of nothing much to begin with
preserved in museums
as imagination's marmalade... that shit?... pretense on parade?



O, wise wrist, ask fingertips, “turn a page”
Find me anew in man's forgotten language.
Drop the world of make believery
into foam at the shoreline of a rolling sea.



Longing to carve, discovered by a stone,
Sit with it 'til I know, alone,
a trapped angel, bruised, knotted up inside,
says to five fingers, “come alive!”



The moments of a life?
Can that be?
Dead fragments collected in time's non-existent casket?
Where does that put me?



The one moment of totality that mattered,
why, it did not scatter!
Who, having two eyes, failed to see?
Watery waves...a sandy beach... foam...a rolling sea...eternity? Not me?



'Twas dark, then suddenly,
light was everywhere, all around me!
'Twas dark, then suddenly,
light was everywhere, all around me!