Saw you-

Molten stuff from
The navel of the world-

Never cooled to earth-

Bubbled desire
Moulded to a sigh

Quaking your surface
Only to subside.

May your fluid state
Persist unstabled
As the end of day

Breathes orange

Easy to sit in
Cosy coffin and

Pontificate
Upon the death of
Others-

Easy annihilation
Of
Self
So
Cosily confined

Whorl of snail
Slime trail

Tracery on
Leaf

Transparent
Paper

Ink

All I know of love
Is in this dot

            .

All I know of creation
Is in this dot

            .

All I

            .

Stem broken
Flower regards
Peeling varnish
Surfacing
Old table

O lugubrious poet
Take me down
Beyond dog-headed
Beasties

Past styx falling
Twigs
Upon our heads-

Poet take me to
The tense past
Future
And tell me this
Mess I made
Will furnish-
Polished oak-
One more chance

To make amends-

To finally
Post mortem-to
Live again