from what great height

did the towering cipher come wheeling out of the white unexpectedly -

of course, always like this the threshold between here and not here

(do you wait quietly after knocking a few times gently on the unmarked door?)


this agitated dark hammer, screaming, anxiously gripping the wind

mottled against the snow, or ash, as if at the end of the world perhaps


but what of ends? in this end is this beginning and in both are the right now.

she dives, finally, punctuation against the angle of the salient, turning the world upside -

down to rest; unsated, pissed off, on the wire.