Razor-Sharp Diamond Whispers

“I mean you no harm.” The visitor says as his glasses reflect black Skin torn snake sin Razor-sharp diamond whisper -s (an apple falls through the branches) of the tree they write a world on fire bathed in iris pain Black Hole ( remember the war—is in stone—the net fishes men—write him back—in the pulsing word of life)… I can see it… & this thing sent off course the night & a return to a bathed civilization In light… A new-born calf staggers to the ground.