If thoughts left visible trails, then perhaps more of us would see how we are bound by them. Imagine a web at once dangerous and beautiful, so dense it darkens the sky — cloud rooms, passages, caves, precipices, dungeons, veils — and that this is not only between us, but between ourselves and a deeper understanding of how we really can fly.
When I open the blinds,
spirits rush against the glass:
they are curious,
Songs and Letters, March 20, 2007
Another Song I Know, Cosmopsis Books, 2007