Each word, as someone once wrote, contains the universe.The visible carries all the invisible on its back. Tonight, in the unconditional, what moves in the long-limbed grasses, what touches me As though I didn’t exist?...

Arrange your unutterable alphabet, my man, / and hold tight. / It’s all you’ve got, a naming of things, and not so beautiful.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world.Morning arrives and that’s it.Sunlight darkens the earth.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

Meanwhile, the mole goes on with its subterranean daydreams,The dogs lie around like rugs

What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin...

Snub end of a dismal year, deep in the dwarf orchard, The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars,I stand in the dark and answer toMy life, this shirt I want to take...