There was nothing comic about this
Monster of this, / monster if that.
where daylight lingers into long hours
In our near nothingness the music resonates
resurrection is a myth / and thus not false
Sugared be the beet, the red ant, / the spiked border
I mistook tragedy / for a verb and ran with it.
walking / three days under the clean stare / of a sun
Yes, the most breathtaking things always have the thickest armor.
My eyes are heavy with imagining.