My Son, Curious Eyes Gleaming
My son, curious eyes gleaming: Thou see not an ending / Unending night and the ice cave: farewell to bones and thorns and scorn
Porphyrous Treelimb
An Immaculate Mitosis
Whence distinction, whence disparity: the first unto the second, unto the multitude.
The House on the Forest's Edge
On permanence and impermanence of consciousness within the machine.