Posterity, this me is Now— …
Dan Beachy-Quick
You are for me as you cannot be …
I listen and listen but how do I know …
Scholar-on-waves, a water-gazer, …
Mortal oddment, there’s no wish in the blood …
Peace fell on the dim lands a sort of abstraction …
Before the God-bullied hull, call me— …
The lightning struck him and left a scar. …
No reverie begs “light” in the blind eye. …
] the full moon is two half-moons joined …
Must I, in this question I am asking, include myself …
I created more loss where I meant to make less. …
The field blank in snow. But I mean this page. …
To make beauty out of pain, it damns the eyes— …
The senseless leaf in the fevered hand …