11.13.2005

The beauty of black and the dark are not one, nor is absence the same
Darkness and fear may appear to be one; particulars are not the same

It is never the same: all things contain time and we see how that goes
It means river stone day night you me evil good never twice the same

Autumn tumbles on, the other that comes with it, greening, grows
First light: desiccated apple, freshened redwood, rain-washed rhododendron

11.12.2005

A small jolt in trudged time might change how thinking thereafter goes
By heart a fence in thought clouds or quarrels with or kills a joy

Memory is meat, love is meat, pain pleasure desire — meat; dark is dark
Sequence into thinking arrival of the worst — darkness the consequence