Now I can do anything. The mountain-trembling thunder erupts behind the mulberry tree. My mind can stop the world it legislates and then start up

The Loons We have been here forever. The dream stops. Or the words that once were emergencies gathering the mind to a fine attention pass

and then sat down right on top of the flat- tened pyramid and waited for the surge it came and the grids convened and the

Pineal Matters Inside the marble bauble bead or egg (spherical spherette pebble bubble bublet globule tigle seed or drop All the geometries coil in the

June Run 6 15-97 an impossible text. Just try it. coming on like that. A dictation from an absentee mindlord leaving his tracks on the

Canto How can I live before this inquiry flushed through the body resolves itself in light without remainder and all detail flicker betwixt an essence

Heart Lake Every outward ray has all along and thru an inward, backward— That nozzle focused on the plot has up its rope of shining

“I will not enter the gate. . .” But just as that thought’s out the portal turns about and there you stand across the perilous

666 Characters for Brad Keeney On a certain bench you sit with known companion gazing at a shelf where nothing is. No objects. Poof: Out

Two hands hold time. Whose? Old hands: new blood pulses through old hands. I don’t think a clock’s hands. But the odd old span itself.