There’s a May 25, 2008

sad reason for resonance
without taste, without the sane weening wane
of our majestic, brilliant Sun.
In sleep he devours little children
via dance towards the moon -
or lifeless paths patching together
pathless strands,
waning, waxing, resolving
Her creeping body over
my watering hole of a mouth
Please divide hands from clasp
and part way with my distraction,
decision to revise,
redraft the kindle – kin – [...]