two images, both of g–d


your mother gives you
a garden haircut,
leaves your
crescent locks
to greet me
at the doorstep
like a smattering
of question marks:
g-d? g-d? G-d?

heart of my heart—
find the image of my image
projected gigantesse
on mercurial river
for my master’s
vast sky eye.



ruminations

always, there is so much / i do not want.