Iteration

Surfaces decided that my eyes
could never see enough, could not take in
how the light falls and lies
nor see the patterns that light was making.

I remember #10,121

I remember this and that, I remember how it was.

Sedimental

Time drags heavy in the fingers of the sea,
scattered pebbles on the shore,
too random for a human eye to see.
too many to touch, and not long before

wheen

untitle

no name no pack drill
no loss
the poem goes unpublished