A man was standing at the top of a building
Who was with me, willing to love me
/ That fiery night
We tend to forget the beauty in things
This is when the afternoon ends
/ And the petals savour the last sip of light
The sense of being in a place that doesn't belong to you.
A "cadaver exquisito", using phrases from Hollis Frampton’s “A Stipulation of Terms from Maternal Hopi".