yes there it was, speared on the soul's bright tines


to polish the soul's bright tines

That's the funny thing about the birds and the bees, or the bees anyway. I thought they could only sting once.
Love swung into him as a wrecking ball and knocked him flat, knocked him back in time or knocked time flat so he didnt know what hour it was or what year, and tomorrow's presidents had already been born and gilgamesh still walked and it was as if cicero had never really died, with her there on the floor with a face as real as apples and tears and spilt milk.
And even though he could not speak, he went through life the living prophet of past disaster to come.
And those two children of his, with eyes a colour that no matter where they looked it looked like they were looking at the sea. [or at a cyclone/something]

asking whether the moon were half empty or half full.
and he said that depends if it's waxing or waning.

and he said all smiles are empty.
empty crescents like the dark part of the moon you don't see.
she said that isn't emptiness
it's the full moon.