who has not stood at the base of a canyon...

the gate neither swings nor closes but dangles there...

While it goes on unabated, where were you when...

Shortly I'll leave this house and all its things...

how long can a word be stretched before meaning...

How many times has that toothless carny upthrottled the Octopus...

...and I wonder whether it might be a dream in the tall willows...

old night old tumulus night old blanket night warm me...