Stream-entry mist the fall line exorcising the darkness


The dead stillness across doing after a while the edge


Dusk's encryption of darkness in woods the ghosts left out the words


Surfing my desires the spindrift of uncertain tomorrows


Love's a flower-throated grief trickling from a seed under-wintering in snow


Evergreen dressings for the crow on the rock rain drums here comes destiny


My thoughts collected the devil offered a whole new vocabulary but all the languages were dead


My doppelganger dumps a soul mate for an acquaintance therapy it must be face-to-face


Autumn excess first in coloration an icicle bath from the breath at its far edge


Years consider the dead in your company but they are here