Tapping on the Glass

              We diligently
                          apply ourselves to
certain vices


―Antique Vision ―
  (plaster at rest)


            a reference (pointing)


                        “I saw what I thought was a bird
but the thought changed”



              The wet cement was as dark as her eyes



“O Rose, thou art sick!”
                    (the junkie’s anthem)




Just the ache & tremor of it now


from a space beyond mere presence