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Despair, the great Augustine says
is the only real sin,
all sin the result of it

I shuffled the morning with my bare legs
and jeweled bottle.
Mother called it varnish.
The beginning of her insomnia.

the fabric of our world is unravelling
one sleeve at a time
I ask no questions
of the brooding eucalypts
my legs have been crossed for so long
they have both gone numb

bee is drinking its after
full moon ecstasy

When my story is written in the Temple of Eternity

There are loves from which I take
some pleasure of never healing from,
which perhaps explains why I never sent

My brother loved the Schuman album, piano music,
in a way he would love nothing else

not all can withstand
the wind’s assault:
leaves fly, limbs tear,
nests blow to the ground.

I can only wear your shirt on certain days
When I feel strong enough to face your burning absence

Come to me
Out of the world’s hurly-burly
The madness of technology
The maze of copulation.
Don’t bring your computer