I am working on a video with this accompaniment: [embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6F_Hx3oLfvU[/embedyt] You can play this video and read the poem along with it. Video is coming. My body is a prison  of hard and cold facts. My body is a reality trap, final and constructed. My body is a form of the truth of which…

This:   Becomes this: Becomes this: A Life in Nature: Found First No certainty and yet I will try to.. try to what? Disturb myself? I just look all creepy silent on bug legs. I just write this stuff— leaves , insubstantial scatterings, well…ordinary stuff from midair that I can hold In my head In…