
I will go back into the garden and hear the Song of Songs.

I will go back into the garden and hear the Song of Songs.

Lay prone atop seismic fracture while not thinking of Napoleonic Wars.

Play back audio field recording of the intersection of Melrose & Almont to an empty room.

Uninterrupted gaze of no less than three minutes toward sleeping stranger.

And the nights are not full enough.

O for some sharp swish of branch

All looks well beyond the diving bell.