#21 

Another five minutes,
another line of clouds
before I dissolve.

The numb mollusk
is capable of disintegrating
the inner layers of the shell,
in gold and earth, it wraps.

I don’t notice the emptiness
when I want to be a simple fish
                            smooth.

I changed all the rules
and only in the water can I breathe.

In the underground iris
the dappled liquid
resounds infinitely.

It is home not hush.

#13

You are my Muse
a black bush
with two sparks in the center
unseen,
glaring.

We caress our eyelashes.
Never a Muse like that
has been seen,
without even the mouth.