Cloister
the enigma, there is
no “secret self”
shallow recompense
just as there is no
“oak grove,” rather
oaks—
& not “merely”—
where the empire
resolved
its promissory clef
luminous paraphrase
of world
towards
which we’d settle—
the enigma, there is
no “secret self”
shallow recompense
just as there is no
“oak grove,” rather
oaks—
& not “merely”—
where the empire
resolved
its promissory clef
luminous paraphrase
of world
towards
which we’d settle—