The city is the place that shifts desire
towards purposes sought after by
the city itself, unknown as of yet to observers.

The perspicacity of a dazed
tenacity lilting towards hunger,
the body takes over.

Win a meadow.
Win a million.
Out the window staring
at a hill, in season.

Tips on how to push past raw
into the place of one hundred beaches.
Shore always at once arriving and depleting.

I have arrived at that day of the fateful meeting.
Eyes scan the horizon but no sign gleams there.
Seagulls sobbing like angels
weeping through deserted season
after deserted season diverting away
from a crystalline moment
you feel for that one-in-a-million,
picked from the ocean of fishes
to be your jewel in this realm of nothing
as if anything could fill the ever-
widening gap between possibility
and what is now real actual everyday reality.

An age for an era gone like smoke disappearing
minutes after the audience has stopped clapping
and the stage is still crowded with gear.