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The burnished ball hangs fire

Plague-pitted as the moon

tilting silver

glow milkgreen.

I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study.

E2-E4

Tudo Existe Num Instante

Words are made

He who did not enter to dins l'oracle

pass with absent pass

Looking into the heart of light

And if it rains, a closed car at four.

At the violet hour

Of thunder of spring over distant mountains

airy minstrels warble jocund notes.

Take it sudden as it flies

can shadows pleasure give?

Do bende the tree unto the fructyle grounde

If you see dear Mrs. Equitone...

life with dried tubers

In vials of ivory and coloured glass

into the heart of light

There is shadow under this red rock

children of gold.

In the archives there is a drawing

New mice burst into life.

red berries in the snow.

festival of bread crumbs.

the Tangential and the Tender.

our endings are all reborn.

silver and golden leaves on a madrigal tree

Divide Light if you dare

The Sweeping up the Heart

all the Heavens were a Bell

drink the moon

black ice and squid ink

alert amid Devouring light

While the ruby sun fell

an ominous spoon

the egg is a moon

Sunday EBM

at the fall of the leaf

The door could not be heard

solace in the noise

Sol varp sunnan

boil eggs in your shoes.

with the voice of the sea

a silver wolf in the forest

the gaze of the dark

written in water

Against a gold, cold sky

a spear of summer grass.

beads and receipts and dolls and cloths

glazed with rain water

False gods...

when the moon turned over three times and ghosts rose up out of the sea

the pulse

destiny laughing as a young man laughs

Flinging magnetic curses

They tell me you are wicked

Snow-hushed and heavy

grinding the silence

They billow

the planet’s darkest song

children of gold

beyond the cusp

threaded on a rusty wire

From the lemon tree I’ve planted

the falling sun was impossibly fat and orange.

the sky is green and sirening

Lasso Me the Moon

the heaven of leaves

of the black river

total dark sublime.

Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky.

the moon’s cleanliness.

Even when the terrain gets rough

eloquence of wordlessness

the terrible burden of destiny

the sea is circled and sways

circumference is not all circumscribed

the bees of the Universe .

the flung spray and the blown spume

into the eyes of the mountain

This is your cup—the cup assigned to you

purples rain down nearly red

the Indigo invitation

Future echo

moon and shadow

imprisoned lightning

sunset gates

The air-bridged harbor

the golden door

pale, and hectic red

azure sister of the Spring