Implacable Art

Excerpt from the book: "Europa" a little insight no great light, somewhere circulating, sorrow helps and trust in human compassion. What does not help is the piling up of pretence and incapacity for self-effacement. Although, even when one's face has been effaced the light being false of face to the true one. Her beans and spikes wring out a handsome man. The door flings open your mysteries, pounding into powder take wing. Words pit each others skins, following closet kings. Tomorrow falls on frail things who our fathers were in which notation salon perfection low swathe tickets for two on home and wave the gilded spire the wing's tipped golden noses on heaven's outermost pole pollen smeared each finger nail.