1860
6.33
2.ii.25
memento mori
notes towards
and death is beautiful too
worlds stop
but they go
on
imagine your
language under my own
things left
like kitchen
implement
the watch
ticks
a little leap
joy was
to each world
its rim
and run of
stars
each useless
as the next
there is no
head of moments queued
but dizzy
with the onceness still
a commonsense
snapshot
disclosing
fact
weep for
waste we are
how here but
gone
more with us
than you ever were
death is
beautiful too
