Her castle walls are falling:
one day each brick shall call
...
Fissures fall as a deluge
straight from a pitch-black sky;
...
Nobody traced a sonnet with any other view
than the intense one you cast on one you pitied and then slew -
...
Colouring glass,
green light's unmoving
that the green light might pass.
...
Formlessness is emptiness
for words are made of matter:
...
Birth
The waters break
as a life writ in water
is begun:
pain gathers
to a massive wave
and crashes down
then gathers again -
in thirty six hours
it will be done.
Stab and flare,
love's membrane
bursts its best,
as, betrayed by a kiss,
it splits
deliverance / a mother's bliss.