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.

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.