The years back up into their corner
like the separation of a line where people
wait to order coffee, water. East Bay doesn't
foster so much love like the animals at
home do. They're much more satisfying to
touch on the tops of their heads, purring.
The sense and sensibility of; made nothing
to eat. Food is always a subject when we're
talking people. And who needs something?
Do the greats dine prior to their creations?
Or after? Not in photography, certainly.
Reasons the fork; a utensil prodding into
the remains of a density worth chewing.
No more food, no more water to drink.
The attic's lights have grown dark pink.
The end began with snow little radiance.
The sun ends with a redness never duplicated,
as unattainable as the meaning of prudence
while sitting alongside a Latin speaking woman.
Adaequatio intellectus et rei. Adaequatio
intellectus nostri cum rei. Adsum. Adsum.
