unripe sky, shapeless cloud, each breath, no waste . . .
Watagan Mountains and William Cowper
He is ADF, calls me sir, which I find unsettling.
Poem on food, and the idea of Year Zero
Everything remains interesting.
Crabs wait to see what I will do
He gives us the word Burribati,
Black Swans, Gildamesh, Abbot Suger, Andy Goldworthy
02924524001981 Piece to Walk Around
I’ve forgotten the moon!
