I've three letters to write and have been ignoring my friends somewhat. Not intentional but a movement in a symphonic life teeming with incredulous memory.
coffee is unprepared but waiting.
I am growing more concerned about the influence of people who view me as an enemy. Don't they know I love them, don't they know I sit concerned at midnight about their health.
one hand moves swiftly against the other,
(a final act of
a final act of
against the fiddling wind
on tiled, unclean
- Hoc Scripsi