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