there is forever unreachable so too here nowhere we remain
it would seem that some gods are violent gods others frivolous gods and many not gods at all sure we dream of a world in which all gods would be peaceful caring gods but we are part of the world as are the gods and so it is not for us to choose the divine but to...
neither fire nor ash but something akin to the gaze cleansed of even the holy seeking other than light borne aloft by the earth’s embrace
neither wait nor expectation rather vigilance
words fluttering against the glass
no birds crumpled tissue floating in the toilet