Sunday Morning Nirvana

another day  under an  unconditioned sun & we drift unthinkable  fresh air (rising) invents another sun (not the same) a white wind blows over transitions away from time cold collective mind & the search for  rapidly returning present gravity the distance between  walking & a string not the same in  lavender as in circles  (pigments [...]

There is no time for bones.

there is no time for bones. changing skins of sex fire and other enlightened things. each springtime, whether to erase time or bare ourselves to the sun. (some people wear out their elbows that way.) mouths like wine and knives in oranges. this is the stuff of naked poetry, sayable for unsayable things. it’s like [...]