("...and I see signs of half remembered days / I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways...")

night song

sharply unclear

crystal silence

last night the moon came dropping its clothes in the street

house with no door

green shading into blue

glancing backwards

tales of another

swimming with a hole in my body

silver hollow

tuesday afternoon

'Wir durchstießen den Abend mit dem Kopf.'

endgame

of mist and melting

through a glass, darkly

in the evenings out there

snow suddenly stopping without notice

yellow dream

the following morning