all black scrum—
the darkness within
in three lines
a mud crab
digging in deeper . . .
tidal shift
spring twilight—
prayer germinates
in silence 
green light—
who am I
in spring?
whisper breath—
I am who I am
candle flame
spring water—
I reflect within
the without
mist shapes 
an ontological 
argument
deepening dusk— 
the devil escapes
the details
darkening words— 
a frog croaks in the sound
of itself
a helicopter
crystallises into sound
from the blueness