Daemonium

A long time I passed the streaming morrows every evening follow in disbelief

the hollow breathing

possibly meaning in fields of being

I passed the hours waiting.

Reason died on cold Greek marble that summer season when the hemlock came to seed

the idea of cold Greek marble

without philosophy.

Life is long in the desert

the shadow longer in the doorway. There is “form” certainly

as never before I go “form” certainly has the frame of a doorway opening.