N-I

a last rushing sound, broken and glued together the glass i saw you on the other side of yet, more sediment scraped from its surface i sing ...

sometimes learning is a constant journey of denial and unlearning. i have to admit i know nothing, i can do nothing, to know that absolute a...

my will to move: decapitated. too few breaths away from your side, i see myself ascendent, but where i have gone, no one can follow.

dear world (namely andrew/avery/rene) when I die you will open up the little chest on the top of my shelf and you will dust off the letters ...

I am full up with half-missing, half-remissal. I bow with a load inside of me, and tremble like a tree under the clench of all four winds. W...