digital jesus:

master sifter with his sieve

an augury

the causation of

dry mouth

like a mausoleum

an infrastructure

a certain fragile fiber of the foil

gold in the round circumnavigates the sun                   not down here

the seeds that permeated never planted

the distance long became the distance high

the rain that fell didn’t fall for growth

but out of fear                                    now it freezes

and the cold cuts clearer

I collect you

I said

as the building where we stood                                    burned