... the deadline was a deafline... and this only made the matters worse!

aaaaaaaaaaai solitary walk. Rather than
a crowd colorful explosions a rock band --
water winds round my waist:

if I had a Guide for each of my False steps
and satin sleeves to pass over their heads as I pass --

"the night is still young"
the wind lies in wait

his face lights up, purple, in an instant
I turn --

Time flies
multiply
slower
than
other flies.

Scripta manent verba volant.

"The written word stays, the spoken word flies," said the sage.

"The written word says, the spoken word lies," noted his disciple.

The film tore aaaaaaaa just where
the glass aaa spilled aaiaiiiaa Cleft
thinner than aaa a aiaiia mica leaf
Calmer than l aaaaaiiiaa A wraith-
note

Sung in slow aaaiaa tide ai Round
under my tongue aaaaia No more
but so? aiaaiia Of winter blossoms
lace-leaf aaaaaiaaaia & thale cress
spoke

The sheet frayed aaaaii just where
the drop aaa fell aaaaiaaaii Words
skip across water aaiaaaai & catch
flame aiaai White burns the crystal
rose

Asleep aaaaaaaaia as deep as river
silt aaaia Eyelashes & lime aai Fall
now aaa or learn to fly aaai Sooth-
sight is breath you touch aaaia Or
snow

The ice broke aaaaaiai just where
the wing aaai stirred aaai The sun
ached ai in its sheath aai of cirrus
plume aa Frost-leaf aaai & lucent
stone

Feather upon my lip aaiai A voice
parts wisps aaiaaaaaaaaaa of hair
& lulls the wave aaiaaaa Ice floats
upstream aaiii Ink-white the river
wrote

A warm evening in the Heath. Gossamer bridges between blades of dry grass. The oak above my head alive with the flutter of wings, bird quarrels and terrors. The sun going down behind the line of trees: shadows grow taller and cold. I bike over the hilltop. A green woodpecker , hidden in the grass, takes fright at the approach of two large wheels, and rests on a sunlit tree trunk. Colored fungi grow in secret. Rare happiness: to desire to be nowhere else.

"so much insomnia, and what more do I know of humanity?"

dream phrase: