Come sit with me for a moment. I am the observer mind and you built me. […]

After Diderot Speak of the devil and mark The changes that occur. It is             The

             One can hear the hair of the dead grow —

at dinner, he tells me about the anolis he found,hands animated, describing the pulseof its throat,

On most days I have to remind myself not to go the places you went when I was

I miss in the missing Touched by wind-flood Its fingers swirl about Features I often fought