the classic trial commences.

above my eyes a finite yellow sky.

somewhere below a heart flies.

at this crossroads

unevenness divides itself into further highway mysticism.

a love affair strange

suddenly drowns out this season.

unbroken mountain mist ushers in another homeless night

touching all that cannot touch me.

paper tossed into a fire.

the flames red and devastating.

no miracle waits for tomorrow.

no miracle postpones the ashes of now.

forsakenness declares the salt of dreams.

1977

Bisbee