David Greaves


mutes on a theme. setting paused so hang, instead, and bury. for which we lack the word.
and generate away into the embed, “it is”


                                                                                                          as surveyors | as tattered
                                                                                                        maps | as the hungry west

on theme, for which we lack the mute burial and set. in a gathering sun. “it is what is called
rest, and what is called beneath.”
 then in penumbra, and weaving away.