how many moons

once I saw a painting of a computer screen

with two windows

 

I wish I could peel this document back

turning a page

 

I ask for an end because I am through

peering in for more where there is none

 

asking for more when I already know better

I want Ratna

 

richness, riches of communication

I have cycles to sunder

 

come love and help me lift this wrench

to take a crack against this pipe

 

to make soft, transparent paper

where there has only been glass