I raise my voice to
the height of skyscrapers
the birds to hear my naked eulogy
bathed in sunlight like
riches from emptiness
revolving doors harmonised in their infancy
monk’s robes in shadows — shores and the sea
cascading afterthoughts — a starless decree
inhale your thoughts
like thickets and parasites
caressing buttons
of grinding machinery
to meet your dreams as
the man in the corner smiles
back to sleep gleaming
aseptic symmetry
set in stone, glazed in steel
a crouching skyline
the fish in the shadows
reads lines intertwined
Yashica-A, Fomapan 200, Rodinal.