Mr. Bean said—Ask questions, as you may, but never seek an answer – every answer is a trap.
And then there are illusions
every illusion has a face
a decapitated body does not exude transparency
It’s a slow winter
we talk more about
nature of stories
appropriate for a winter like this
about coiled springs
emotions
a distant frozen harbor
reflecting faces of dead ships
we wonder if transparency
is truly a reflection that beams with a sense of assurance
I don’t have much problem with my transparency then
it’s a gorgeous winter
for a springloader
hunting strategic structures
faces of immortality
that came out to bask in
scant sun