Root Cap

nothing is more open than a hole
precisely because
nothing is what opens a hole
and precisely because
an embrace like light or death
can close it

awake

meta pherein

“absolute zero” is like “the unknown”—what a lively atom may bare
to immortals. but there is no atom this warm. the barren know
—absolute, by death, is cold life ignited

our nothingness

a root's reflection

What the sun seeks
Is what the knot
In the head of a sunflower
Thinks—to rush a hole
That reeks with sleep

a burning desire

the light that carries with it the dark that arouses the sun
is not the light of the dark that illuminates sleep—this death of light
the fire of sleep that animates our dreams is of a night entirely empty of stars
it is a light we use in the dark when dying surrounds—the light
that arouses us from life

a teenage god

to die for

if the dark is what the dead stuff with thought
than to wake from a sleep in which a dream is to think
how can the alive not?

Rain

if heaven will attend earth, even ocean dirt will care for the perished
if not, not even the dark will care for those who smell like the deathless
—for a star broadcasts what grass will gather which is to say
a seed is how god matters

springfashion

sex is the setting apart of what is sown
but if only a god can sex the dark what is it
she sets apart? an attraction that grows a sun