Conversation January 14, 2015 4:59:14 PM – 5:01:24 PM

Not seek shelter in the river. Of other cities, other worlds. Your diamonds shine in my mouth. It is all about the depth, I dig deeper into the depth of everything. My one pen is red and the other is black. It was before the diamonds, even before the movement of my fingers through shadows, through hair, through town plan after town plan. Do not seek shelter in the river of another language, but learn it. The words, small tops of foam. The water and everything that grows so strangely out of the blue.