Tongues, tangles
invisible edges and angles—growing dangerous
and unready, yet ranging about.

Tongues and banners
apparent slopes and spheres—shrinking sweet
and helpful, still banging around.

Tongues, tied, lied
dying down and low—opening between
and below, ever thankful for:

Words failing as often as succeeding—perduring ambiguity.

Love’s essential impossibility—completion.


Enduring, vivacious dreams—registers and revaluations.

Thinking—free from thought.


A broken heart—all the king’s horses and all the king’s men.

A beautiful moment—ein schöne Augenblick.

Vision—idou gar he basileia tou theou entos humon estin.

Still, tongues, tangles
strange angels—briefly rising
and falling, always circling toward—


(Image above, Shaken, watercolor and ink on paper, 2001)

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