Friday, December 3, 2021


A solution 
to the hitch at the end 
has been found: 

turns out, our philosophy 
was backwards and 
upside down.

Turns out, God 
was not only here, 
but embedded—

tangled in the moss 
and installed in 
all the pebbles.

In that case, 
perhaps you were not 
your thoughts after all, 

but the tiny anxious blanks 
which were fixed 
in between them. 

Go back, then, 
in pursuit of your 
newly found smallness—

your drooling 
chin and 
waning attention—

clap your chubby hands 
at the coincidences 
which spin 

while music chimes
above your crib.