Dauntless like sleep is dauntlessA frenetic thing, a live wire, a sieveCold black space, white hot starsPrickle my palms
Begin with bodies, flesh won’t lie;end with ideas that grace the sky.Write songs that only you can sing…
Pure as fireWas life-force willed, Sweet Sophia’s seed: Birthed sans malice Demiurge now shows.
Who are we?Love.How do we show love?By being present.When are we most present?When we create.
We inhabit a pre-invented world.Every new thing is instantly old.The unexpected disrupts profitand must only rarely occur.
Come, Muse,don’t be justanother teasingbitch.
I forgot how to write I said, I got lost in the movies.
for Ron Silliman