today I stand on the horizon beyond the vast, known spaces my steps tracing a Moebius membrane as the white sea pours through my heart no there, no past, no unwanted memory --all swept lovingly into the waves seeds for waiting oysters did you know that I ...

shadows fall on shadows, aghast at their own darkness times keep falling out of place, surprising themselves, trailing numberless atrocities like the dust of a comet sweeping ominously across a shrouded, weeping planet the forces are arrayed, the engines started words have been spoken, in earnest, in fear, in foreboding the percolating matrix of desire...