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