to t.t.l. I listen to the pounding of the night temple drums the ever beating waiting for the morning’s rising something subtle buried deep below the thinker and roaming drifting high above the thought. I listen to the answer of a thousand thousand questions, the pulsing heartbeats in the treelines black on sky, the words [...]
for j.h. “Confucius bowed at the palace gates nine times, according to the ancient style, although not modern practice. Soon after, it became modern practice.” –The Mencius Frost ringed glass, tightening streams of ancient light, sailed years– splashing off my mirror, pushing through my eye– then ices breathe through slowly, as withered branches trace the [...]