poem

The unknown is not a place to store light.
And storing is hiding.

Down a passage too bright to see
And wondering where are relations and claims.

In thirty years will it still hold the shell it does
Will that shell compound the shell it holds

Except legally, nothing is holding anything else but points
To another claim on something else

And back to what must be repaid, which must repay what claims it.

future

in the future, the imagination-impaired will lock up the surrealists

what

What part of __________ don't you understand?

the

9) The duplication of the expression may represent the intensity at which they felt the pressing of the night.

dum dum dum

i am dumbly urgent; my limbs wag

is

marching to the tune of an indifferent drummer

ask

ask not what art is, ask what is that is not art