Eros as Ganymedes' conqueror at the game of astragals.

poor
baby

i need
love in the keyboard

strange island
flowers open

the view now
sounding more like

the rope
toward apiary

rows of window bells
i love you toward the morning in traffic
the thunder awakens
each physical pain the old monstrosity
of our being
the collective individual
light offering manifold
the lofty names which inhabit
the supple v vein round knuckle
submerged sub

making
poor baby
your body

in the rain like a brooding sphere
we're here heart hearing our heart's ear
the iron barrel ruckus
t

the mirrored granite sarcophagus carried aloft by balloon
kite

the granite dolphin sanctuary at the bottom
of the x-feed

din

cursed again
assuredness
astasia roundelet

the ostátok 
somehow any image becomes this
some form of talking about


what happens in any subtlety
this 
or that thing
near that or this thing

i need

love in the keyboard

strange island

flowers open

the view