2

1.

Black empty sky.

Eyes are all the light you need,

the map already in your hands.

2.

Incunabula

always at the beginning

from these letters stars

new books, further

The Great Year

3.

it’s change

this morning worries me.

To know it’s unfurling

breath, unknow in it’s maneuvers.

Go back to sleep beneath 

the mach 10 sky, dreamless

humming the book of silence.

4.

I take what notes I can

maybe I think this elicits

an email from some beautiful stranger.

Maybe I think. The evidence turns to feel:

semaphore between islands

no code but I love you. Mirror

on the grass facing a black sky.

I threw a rose in first.

5.

When you say tomorrow almost

at midnight, she asked, what do you mean?

O lasting question

of anyone’s presence

you are my only answer.

All the Wednesdays I ever meant.