117

2017 : 117

The world is matter.

One can be a piano
or a child or a liar.

They cannot help
the sound of circles
overhead
and the thickets of
streams.

113

2017 : 113

On the main road
I see what a road
seems in May.

The soul of the
the sound of the sea,
all the waters of the sun.

112

2017 : 112

A business trip to Dante
–text and technology–
three of us at the hip table
with the coffin closed
and the car open.

110

2017 : 110

All things seem
reconciled.

The bear
and the small
house and an
eerie scent
–tasteless and translucent as
the endless dust
and milk from
the dream.