I didn’t write you today

[Schwarzwald]

I didn’t write you today.
when I did
you were all hollowed out
boney cuneiform
on the cave you live in.

you
and then
the opposite of
you.

I would say let me get there
but on either end
you stand.

 

[Schwarzwald]

I, equal none and
none equal.
no parallelogram
can construe where
your hair falls out.

Archimedes' bastard son
coughs up miles of oceanic
fiber optic ivy looping
his messianic spaceman.

"pathfinder"

and something in the desert bullets...

 

[Schwarzwald]

I wish there was another place,
But we're descended, no trial
Could end it, nor any grace


But it is also membered, wild
Found traces in his little leopard
Made of brass given while

They were passing through so hard
To tell. Was it a tiger or my invention?
I wish there were another garden,

A place to go to answer questions.
I say it is a tiger, but those who gave
It to me are mad or dead my injunctions

Never work, that God's great grace could save
Me like a sadness pouring out John's wilderness
Tossed into space, another wilderness to rave

About. I want to leave here with a bliss,
This strange density to never follow me (faces),
That sad carnival cannon Will I be missed?