Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed at night.

James Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake

Who but the mountain knows the cave? We are not hollow; opaque jewel of coalstone depths melting magmic into places unspoken. We bathe diamondtime in the honeysuckle brush, the dirtroot soot stilling the carbon freckled ash as I world the ghost my skin contains. 

O spiritblood, that passionfruit primate. I meditate motion the candyflame canes and resurrect gin and tectonic. Beaded sweat sates the terroir nouveau, crimson sheets buried deep tonguestinging acid in the yellow meadow. Hear fate chime ready sir, we gallop palehades fell stargazing in peerless rubber fences, crisp autumn tenses vague senses hence spent. Take thistle seriously, fearless hummingbird.

Sip limestone shaleshade gliding loose the memorymade, we fairfade happy days in crumblepebblerock Thorsdays coarse curse the manyheaded stage. Hydrate hydra the Serengeti formtakes weathergentle stay burgundysyrup shadows hollondaise (so classy she gays). Wayway backandforth the cuirassier stands stonegate. Totick totock the clock fought back; prolegallow shapes the state that I am in. Hang back, angelkin, pray matin sin sins to sin again gruyere and breadcrumb gratin. Fearless willowlady purses lipbark the summerwind, cinnamon tremblin’ catechumen the places we saw back then.

Won’t somehow think of the cauldron? Berryuplift this ‘rry’ melody, skislopes the holy one praise “to time to tea.” Ghee velvets glanscent the muskripe readithirst that octave kweer. (Up there, rafters goading goding we three kings in sharpsuit Valheaven.) How prettymary meanings giddylily I lace I lay I everyday thee down to down to sleep. In hand-to-foot chai sugarrums the barrister; isn’t is such a lovely tune. Wrapheart me tenderly in dandelion, my roaring wild dreams my highness. I goldmellow again, warm again against your skin. Soon tomorrow.

Act so that there is no use in a center.

Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons

Image: Landscape with Two Oaks by Jan van Goyen (1641)