when in despite the spheres align and all the dead awaken at once he can sing his way back to the world sun and moon and stars his one true …

take the wave ride the wreckage now tilt goes the world water pours from the mouth here come words licking off the sweet tongue drink some people are left on …

serve it up sorrow lay across my body like an old woman on a tear easy easy easy goes the smooth world turning without a creak without a one two …

I am trying to recover my history, he said. I am creating back story. Put birth here in some year gray as stone. Fill in school. The buzz-cut 50s. Learn …

We are setting up a court. Making a federal case. Demarcating borders. No more wandering the halls. This is a question of definition. Roll will be taken. Mouths pried open …

Citizens, arm yourselves. Headlines scream, time is short. Some of the doors have been marked. Walk if the legs work, if the heart. If the woman next door appears without …

Night and day we walk, my brothers. Night and day we find our way through the country. Barns and yellow fields, the amber leaves of harvest. Now the snow fills …

Applause. The barest glimmer of pale white. Your voice will not work. Black pours through a tiny white sieve. Not one person can speak. Here come stars. Air falls across …

Sidewalks sizzle with Blues. Here the people eat suffering. Come west from the lake. The river has turned green. Miracle streets follow one upon another. Grief is only a few …

Night wrecks him every time. Count off: 35 down to 1. Breathing. He tries charting the wonder. Moonreach. Skygraph. Echoes on the cusp of never. Hair winds around the mouth. …