Unmoving

Nor moved

By the great

Swirling mass

Of events.

Still
In the Centre

Of life
Of death.

Actions
Given
And performed

(Reluctant heroes
Arise)

And all
In pursuit

Of

Nought

And

So
                    Perhaps
Some day

Sun

Bored

Will draw a veil

And sit

                              Hidden
                                              Embroidering

Some
Sunny
Moon

Leaf Curl




True Color




Fall

Sheep do not Scratch
The Tup,
Painful Birth,
Brief Spring of Frolic
In Lush Grass,
Nor butchers Knife.

Precious Poets,
We Bleat and Baah
Our Small Woes,
Big Loves,
Insights and Dust.

Such small Season
And Gone Gone Gone

Mike
Matter

Ekim
Anti

Collision
Noisilloc

Nothing
Gnihton

Word

Gone

Image

Gone

Dark gone

Illumination

Gone

All gone

Go on...