your christmas gift is obligations of being water you must flow not with the current – but flow glisten – like with the sun everything else is illusions of the surface the nature of convection finding the pearls at the bottom of a furious ocean the outcasts – the forgotten…

at night death lies by my side like a shadow I dare not look but I imagine she is a spherical form of tiny black dots a dark mist in a slender human shape she reminds me a little of you when you’re dark and as she lies there by…