Minute 6.55

Glory formed in mud, distant lights for all
But rude austerity, boards and pages,
Fragile curiosity of sages
On donkey-back, while fools pull down a wall.

Minute 5.17

Leave the mountain to its throes, to return
When trees are dead and buried, after ash
And lightning married, sliding stone is burned
Live on your possession, renew the flesh.



Minute 6.49

Pinned to bed, an iron prayer they keep,
Secured against the second hand of malice
Bars inside their vestibule and palace
Mementos of the arbiter of sleep.



Toynbee Tile, Sao Paulo

Minute 4.31

Toying with thoughts, what life again would be
Could bricks a moving art someday foretell
Through opened eyes, what Lazarus could see
If feet upon the king of planets fell.

Minute 5.33

Quiet life, an eye on the fir and the rye
End of countries, kith of old condition
Lumber pangs, bone’s vintage remedy lies
Heavy on the stalker’s disposition.

Yard With Maze

Minute 6.42

Land’s ice is broken, the fire’s ashes flung
Into the stream above and over sea
Trade and journey foiled where beads are hung

The weather under ground will dust the lee.