eternity is living,
Confirmation in an aside, the slightest
gesture toward the ground, pupils
shifting an amber fire winding itself
as a new secret
or perhaps a dream
these subtle degrees of light falling, the
soft fire beneath the brow.
Confirmation of what the angels asked
Truth is limited, the air alive w/
beneath our feet at times
seems angry, beside herself with
whirling illusion or the faces of
Here are my vast oceans of tears, and this is
the song without end...