October 24, 2015

Updated: June 22, 2020
Where does your arrow point? Nowhere! Yes, it points everywhere. But for what do you aim? For nothing! Yes, I aim for tender focus, for being here with you on sand so fine only demons dare. Surely you felt the end? Your name never uttered. You died denied, then buried. Yes, my name lives again without words. Who more than I tremble beasts to flight? Who more than I delight the gods with resolve to hunt meaning? I swim across oceans to skewer hearts with cedar. I char the fearless and gulp their marrow. I begin again with you.