Category: Masses

masses: monument

when the student asked
“is there a self?” the teacher
refused to answer

children chase chickens
there, in the coruscating
egg, while, here, we sit

the other breathing
over the sentient skin
erases borders

after his heart, with
attentive ministrations
started up again

floating in the red
of the setting sun, the waves
lapping over him

the children slide down
the channels of turquoise grace
fly over the edge

orpheus sings of
heaven as he flees from hell
he glances back and

fire-fangled tangling
of you sleeping beyond sense
in the blue distance

all the worlds gather
in clouds, darken into storms
and rain down into

icarus flying
away from the labyrinth
into the green west