slow
soliciting glitter
interrogate
fragments of meaning
little by little
on your tongue
don’t leave
swerve into amazement
escape within the fissured
kindness of daylight
wander from the subject
with
arrogance
the faint lights of intimacy
perspicacity was never meant to provide loneliness
hanging slack in an affectation
of obsolete
mined
buried in the ground
‘I would advise
arming with remote workings of the head’
distant
carried far into the place
where chasms of sound
judge mere and hollow wisdom
