keen, as it is 10/29/16

so swift a blade is all that matters

as the cutting edge is the now....

sharp and refined in passing.....

carving all of nothing into shreds

that we then attest to as solid as stone

trace these masquerading invisibles

with the chalk of your hand

and all that becomes evident

is in the imminently recent past

where a breath is leaving,

its work has been done

doves fly up your bloodstream

singing the wonders

of being alive . . .