How credulous the eyes
Tracking rain and leaves
Seeing Jesus in burnt toast
If they could clap
They’d applaud anything
Dust on dust
Fill themselves
With pilgrim sufferings
Of strangers
Eyes vain as the moon
A rumor pushes
Nerves grow
Little hallelujahs
A memory inventing itself
Fish nosing fish in the dark
Planet of the Blind 
i am really liking these poems – i do hope there’s a new not-so-slim-volume soon?
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