Basic Information About Shark

An improvisation of both





Magritte Black Magic



I have something to tell you but I only lie silent language that they understand the silences
opaque. Harsh strokes

are perhaps only unfinished remains of a flood.
I killed this evening in tatters
your laughter is like your
leafless autumn at my forearm.
And it gets dark and distant
brave and silent. I
runs but hurts top
not be afraid summit. I would urge

speak to me now if I had temples or language,
but I'm just an accurate reflection of
the murky waters of the underworld.
And you need to drink up light and time
cracked
a pitcher that will not stop our fire within
but maybe steal some trinket
and decorate your neck and belly
and your wrists and your August.
And then I go and in silence.
to the regions of the never said.


had something to tell you even had wings and patience
but forgot the way back
and left no trace
pigeons took the petals of soil crumbs
and timeshares.

I had something to tell you but today, but ... No matter




Thanks Paul.