Not the growing stem or the leaf blowing in the wind; not the opening bud or the emerging radicle; not the fourfold root yearning for water.

In the Beginning Was Strange to think I am the universe and everything in it too. I call out. No voice returns other than my echo. So...

We see the visible world as somehow inevitable, with all its ratios of movement & rest, its manifold shapes & ecstatic forms, not...

It was at this point I stopped dreaming and looked at the sky and saw what seemed to me a mirage reflecting upon itself what it mirrored...

A twisted tree from sapling green to creek-brown god, nature's will has bent its back, perversed its proper shape: Roots that will not...

God's Entropy (short version)

the air is raspberry sweet it swarms with wings