this too is stuff



Kant Kant
In that order, dear Columbia
O and E together again, sort of
evol
iii
old Iron John
the Columns
legba in amber
the big twist
bonebox
a spider
re; sound and vision
O alone, he finds
long have I traveled many visions I have seen
still I wander along as the only son of dream
through endless fields of dust and wastes of ash
drifting shadows cross my feet
wading through the tides of lethe
as the heavens revolve my memory disolves

once no breath is left to breeze round the cloud
once every last filament burns out of the shroud
I could be washed out to sleep
I could be washed out to sea
and be home

anonymous and untitled
stopping by the fridge on a snowy evening
they'd eaten every one!
a pea green modified jupiter z

---

back