Northern lights whined where I began
Deep set paths moaned where they ended

Through the gatewaye,
into a square
a string of blinding planets
flanked the one at move:

forests sentenced each final breath
seas legislated without scruple
nations cheered in endless wonder
we came on our feet.

What does it mean for ages to pass in a blink?
How may one walk without direction?
That is their question whose answer still eludes me
In this place where
we arrive trembling, to see.

Invocation to Tindalos 2004 (pdf)
Selviä unia 2004 (pdf)
Teloitus 2006 (pdf)
self titled 2002 (pdf)
A Year in London (facebook)