’tis

I was a child
of children,
’tis infallible,
’tis
fate.

I am raised now
of my own,
’tis salivating,
’tis
a state.

I was a boy-child
begat mute,
’tis aphyxiating,
’tis
truth.

I am now husband
to punctuation,
’tis a-being,
’tis
couth.

I was merely
but a cherub,
’tis evidence,
’tis
law.

I am here now
of a muse,
’tis correcting,
’tis
thaw.

I am of memory,
and seclusion,
’tis quiet,
’tis
serene.

I am raised now
of my own,
’tis hilly,
’tis
green.

Wait

Wintry remix

After breath is gone, wait,
we

shall lead.
Again, birth

begun,
please, wait,

we can not
be clean

with need.

Again, hearts
bend

in lean, suspended,
wait, please.

We
can carry,

continuing,

carry
silence,

after,
the sincerest deed.

After wanting, waiting
to teem—both—

moth and beam,
will

you wait?
Will we please?

I am honoured,
ceasing,

bothering
dream, quieted.

Manichean Asch

2 all yokels This is a love
letter

2
some
yokels
This is a love letter

2 one yekel This is a love
letter

2
all
yokels
This is a love letter