July 16, 2015:

Weave, weaver of the wind.
During dark nights I heard your praise.
An old Pilgrim’s hoard, dead treasure, hollow shells.
Knowing no vixen, walking lonely in the chase.
The pluterperfect imperturbability of the department of agriculture.
Ssh!


July 15, 2015:

Curious types.
Regular world in itself.
Just a moment.
Ashes to ashes.
A lifetime in a night.


July 14, 2015:

Regularly engaged. Rut. Onions. Stale. Sulphur. Grease.
Jousts. Time shocked rebounds, shock by shock.
Eve. Naked wheatbellied sin. A snake coils her, fang in's kiss.
She is right, our sister. Whisper.