nothing...nothing...nothing

monody

i turned your name into a bell. it was nothing more than the name of you that i hollowed, that i fashioned, and i knew it as nothing more than your name

which was why it moved with each wind.

oh my love, oh my love,
i turned your name into a bell.


meditations of the beast

once, in those hours in your arms,
once, i unseamed my eyes,
seeing the moon shrouded
in mist, or, if there was no mist,
in what i felt, and i felt,
for once, it bridged,
the gap between truth and lies,

that between what one controls
and what one knows, the moon,
floating, enhazed, is,
lustrous
constant
in the naked sky.