Hoped to say what image failed to locate,
what it failed to map out in a grid of
inescapable connections that each picture holds.
And I saw a hawk with glowing lights
in its tail and I realized
that we can never conceive of such beauty
until we see it.
Because in the future
the beautiful will literally be a lamp
with lights from God knows where
which paints itself onto plants and our skin
and eyes
just as surely as it places itself
in our perception.
Can you imagine lamps which live?
Which curl and sleep and
breathe and bounce?
Our nearest imagination is
A small flat glowing pane
or the magnificent wall of a theater
which we all submit our
humility and smallness to.
I'm trying to imagine
Because there are also a thousand
Metaphors and concepts in these creatures.
What is light, what is light.
Why do we need it to connect us?


When I see your hand
I see a lot of things.
I see feelings
I see the unremembered,
Because it never was,
clear as ice on a sunny day.
And if you would tell me I was tall
I would believe you
Because I won't argue with the divine
When it is in front of me
Even though that may be my nature.
When I am punished by
Failing,
Mistaking a spoon for a
consideration, ache for coffee,
I remember that I am still young
And that I can almost see
The tapestry which holds me so close
to it.
When I have mastered my own
doubts, my ability to doubt,
In my dreams I am already a king
And you are the earth
Upon which I lay my bare feet.
Summer has left us
Sparrows pick in and out of everything
Looking for the gleanings of the careless.

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