somebody’s name

a point of grammar arises

she looks

preferring correct latin

sunk

head down all that could be

thought of was ‘the plain’

stretching away

on lofty prominence

or nietsche’s mountain in

wound-licking foolishness

sun bathes the east

shadows crinkle the conifers nearby like smiles

and all is well ...

in the machine

a slow movement

re-assess attributes and duties

watch the new teacher’s profile

art is always just around the corner

of the eye

two-dimensional even

everything is so quiet falling apart

they say the writing is on the wall

i will be uplifted sometime soon