Thursday, March 12, 2020

$ transfer: I’m sleep.
An only hill / a huge stage
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights, debates that decay:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best

When I spot dogs and the wood in salt air
Together, like them and like us.
Can you dig stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.