~

somewhere in the fields

climbing up a laddered seam

and yet i like it

this is the culmination

a very noble failure

what disgusts you

there is no crime, only madness

masks repeatedly appear

having been afflicted (where) although it is taken

[cicada chirping] [shaky breath]

suspension mirrors expanse

a fist closed and still the voice decayed

echo of a sky fractured

agamemnon’s fatal νόστος

names delayed beyond form, residues adrift

echoes of old beachside cinemas, the bride looming

pale words stayed behind

of law and the wanderer

the alphabet of shadows yet each flicker weighted by its object