Each consequence is written in water; each inconsequence codified in
stone.
Rocks and bones have been murdered and museumed.
The arboretum had its soul -- the heartwood -- sold for pamphlets to
promote what
it was before it lost its soul.
Spirits I always considered an odd word for alcohol -- it means
ghosts, yes? -- before
I stole some whiskey from my father's liquor cabinet and drank it in the
woods,
camping one summertime, and I was possessed of a spirit all right
that night!
Evening does not descend. Darkness does not fall. Dusk does not close
some
curtain. Death's second self does not seal up all the rest.
Sleeping deeply is a gift given to deceive those who have not yet
overthrown the
father.
The sun's light clarifies the intransigence (which we think of as a
form of action) that
moves quicker than glacial deposits.
Purse your lips when you hold a stone to listen to, or throw.