Root Cap

kin ship

the hole we leave to receive life & limb

is the whole we seek when we leave our skin

gopher snake

Love lacks self evidence
not even death a final authority
there are books burned in sleep that will inflame—
what remains, the unknown—our ignorance
& these ruined texts convince the dead
to wake

euclid

incontrovertible ground

the void is without & yet whatever its breath
death is its intention—a forwardness that should
drown the dead

grim artifacts

what is joined by what asunders? Finitude—
a grave effort to pursue endless possibilities

hamlet

why its so complicated

if time is what persist—after a life of it is no more
then it will not—a contradiction, we know
—to die being eternity

the equivocation of a hole