(Unintended interpretations #)
I sit in the dark. And it would be hard to figure out
which is worse; the dark inside, or the darkness out.
That talk like this reaps no reward bewilders
no one--no one's legs rest on my sholders.
I sit by the window in the dark. Like an express,
the waves behind the wavelike curtain crash.
Yet I believe you,
There, where the world is turned inside out,
a heavy fabric embroidered with stars and beasts
(unintended interpretations #)
Our small crosses will stand
On the bright edge of the road together
( Unintended interpretations #)
There is what is written on us and what we write
Where is the grid showing that if its exterior outline
No longer fits alongside its interior outline
The hand passes
(Unintended interpretations #series)
And those who expected lightning and thunder
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above..