Movement
From behind
the Looking Machine
Ava Ava (my love)
Hiss,
"The grandest poetry
written
from the edge
of a cliff."
Our moving feelings
Hell on Earth
bleached.
The sun you wear
Is setting.
(I can't make you.)
Cocoon.
What matters most
Is Loss
--uncertainty--
What
Jesus
now?
Mother's revolution
an Ink Face.
Listen to the words.
It's but a pen
That keeps
the queen
aLIVE.
--Nobius Black