Silk feels blood-soft, like the winds in the fallThe grain of wood is rough neath the finger;But when the long summer twilights lingerOn the porch, and you feel ‘nothing at all’, Is it unfelt by brain, finger or soul,This nothing? Or is this nothing just hungLike the velvet of ice-cream on the tongue,Stuttering for sense-ways to be told whole?

cigarette burns slowerthan my eyes this timeseeing days go byin a breathtake a breathonly the cigarette is leftcigarette burns fasterthan my mind sometimesletting thoughts lingeron the way she’s dress...

Lead the way to bountiful steps.A beautiful Display. Steps to count, Steps to play, Steps to walk the narrow way.There is a certain peace inside.My light it feeds, I will abide. A porch awaits.Neatly decorated array.Plenty of room to lingerOn a warm and sunny day. Inside my eye I see inside.Bible school on this day.