Diary of the hermit III

Entry number three: Grow my beard. Day after day. Until that hour. Would that? Should these spruces grow until that … Pli

Diary of the hermit II

Entry number two: Drilling through teeth. Weave surfaces from it. Wilt leaves ennoble. Later sociable at the fire. *** … Pli

Entry number one: Build a nest! With rotting teeth. Tear bast. Without rhyme or reason. *** Germana Esperanto

Founding freedom My library and I We’ll live in the city. And be the foundation of all houses and people … Pli

I too am held by invisible influences in my condition between Water and rock Which field is it I won’t … Pli

When does the reverberation close? that echoes rhythmically on marble slabs vibrantly paralysing all lifelike. Even the bushes in the … Pli