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