A resumé

The Oracle gave me cadralor after cadralor with her words this morning. This is a condensation of all of them.

A resumé

Mists, torpedo-fish, the slow drip
of honey and the dropping of rose petals,
fox barking around the leaky house
and the hoarse cry of herons.

A drunken ship rocks on pavement seas
through purple dusk and the glitter
of fallen stars, you call, I answer as
dreams fade, desire blazes again. Restless.

I see these things through the window,
or hear them in the echo of a distant voice,
a word-painter, showing the world as it is.