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.