everything is perfect
acting as a shadow
is looking, at
me
mortified i am
held captive i belong
to my desire, for
desiring has no name
i am deserted in
sea or
sky behind desire again
having no name
cutting ribbons in the air in heaven
in making heaven out of
ribbons acting on
skin which is an organ
which i normally forget is true
this is what acts
as the shadow
.
Daniel Northover
.