To become a kind of emissary
I have found
Wonder
in pieces
Moving towards me, slowly


All at once
the depts of time
Abide
Inside
A lantern on the internal
Intensified


You can define prospect
with only so much
Certainty


Rain pooled in the streets’ hollow


I shallow the news


Someone is gambling
for control


If you don’t mind
just sitting there
to be moved