“Everything stated or expressed by man is a note in the margin of a completely erased text. From what’s in the note we can extract the gist of what must have been the text, but there’s always a doubt, and the possible meanings are many”
– Fernando Pessoa

Bare Tree/Hunted Sky New Year

“bare ruined choirs”

spare ruining chores
daily done

My Horizon

affectionate irony
is what i’d like

to hear from the sons
and daughters of my pride

to know what i’m about
to say as wise as irony:

“yes but you have no idea
what use that will be to us

that get home free
day of your demise”

Supper in Los Crisis

have I tousled
the salad days’
shimmering little leaves
or not

Grace Under Pleasure

humanism’s warmth:
holding one’s hands
to one’s other’s fire

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