the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together


breath on the ember

in the fire circle of

the abdominal

feed my body with

start dust rich breathing and tree

transforms clouds to bark

berlin dance atop

the wall once more. this time-turn


berlin the center

of the peace universe which

will soon big-bang-be


be siren’s lullaby toward

balance. be the peace

first frost breaths this fall.

i found my mountain top climbed

right up through myself


we got this

∆around the end-beginning-solstice-blood-eclipse>for dave xx