MIASMA DRAWINGS

Examining bricks and
mortar in the hopes of describing
a cathedral. (redacted)

She's
talking to
the fallen reeds (redacted)

We had
the experience
but missed
the meaning (redacted)

And what you thought you came for
Is only a shell, a husk of meaning (redacted)

In this brief transit
where the dreams cross (redacted)

Lips that would kiss 
form prayers to broken stone (redacted)

A condition of complete simplicity
(costing not less than everything) (redacted)

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech (redacted)