Portraiture

Even in the neurosciences, the body is an ember and the mind is a flame. When we're alone, our thoughts fall in solitary paths. In crowds, they avalanche. Isn't consciousness physical? Could the Buddha be wrong?

Throws his eyes
Upwards

Like
A lighted
Sparrow

All speed feathers and shadows
And black fingers on gold
And

C.
Conflicting interests.

And another nighttime
Channeling
Gabriel
Alone