06

We struggle to remain
there
between the architecture of thought
and condition, its architect,
as we chart the boundaries of space and time
that move through us
and carry us into our own cartographies.

05

She remembers the dining room, reduced in her memory to its most brutal machinery:
a table,
two chairs,
a collection of flowers in a vase...
the silence that suggests she has come to the end of something.

04

Breath searches the glass like unfurling tendrils.
Now fingers trace some familiar shape as the breath contracts.
Looking at the glass
or looking through the glass,
you see the same things.

03

Our bodies are neurons carrying the thoughts of history.

02

What she finds in the eye is not that for which she searched the eye.
With greater intensity, she searches the eye for "the eye,"
but she finds only her own gaze in it, now returned with greater clarity.

Details 01

A knot of trees, twisting into strange, horselike figures;
a dark coagulation of charging shapes in the distance.