[tabby title="Poem"] Lost birds we call starsFlitting by across horizons spire Flame and fireBecome their being The picture my eyes rest ona thrumming splinter it has carried on Echo this cry, it must be joyConnected to infinite, infinite smiling eyes...

[tabby title="Poem"] My songbird knows, that she isn't clothed, she shouldn't know, which way the wind blowsMy songbird sees that the knowing leaves should never cease to give up her proseMy songbird lies, and lies in wait, she never shapes,...