No one is in the house. Autumn in rooms; Moon-bright sonata And the awakening at the edge of the twilight forest. You always think the white face of mankind Far from the turmoil of time; Green branches bend willingly over something dreaming, Cross and evening; The sounding one is enfolded by the purple arms of […]
Even his fingerprints vanished. His skin smoothed like river stone; his grip on the world diminished. He was sliding someplace frictionless. * Lovers had become landscape–the woman he knew that ancient summer was lost in a hedgerow, flowering, leaving, framing what could be seen. * What he touched penetrated skin and clung, but he did […]
