eternity is in love with the productions of time//////////////////

That in poetry which undoes chatter,

pulls syntax under,

floats instead its love that is attention, prayer that wants more of what is.

It has no argument & is not like us.

How will you know that you've seen every page ? Completion is one kind of closure, Conlusion another, one space and one time, one body, one story.

Boy pumps his accordion in the next room

Close door after door o

the mal-ody lingers on

A virus is not discourse but it starts to be life. That in poetry which knows when to shut up.