Landscape December 2, 2014 6:39:37 PM – 6:43:53 PM

Reading for nothingness. I listened with my lips, let my lips write faraway countries into your wrists. The woods.

You must not. You, the sun. It is like that. It was not the fields I came from. A letter.

In the sunlight a precious stone quivers from the depths of the Earth.

Something opened up. In every day remnants of meaning slid along with me.