May 2018

i continue to know nothing so i just writes what i writes. one word follows on from another sometimes echoing by sound or sense a word that precedes it. other times a word conjures up an image, a sound, a scent, a taste, or the feel of something once known. often words, or their relationships with each other, seem to make present something not sensed, such as absence 

third eye closed
a tuatara
passes time


the wild blue yonder    wholly out of me            out of me


my mind's path
around a squirrel
around a tree

i sound out
the tetragrammaton
and re-member it