I sketched dots while viewing a transatlantic leave the ocean i sketched dots
and glued pieces together as i imagined them little daily victories that don't
need to be told interrupt photos with eyes that drift to sea a camera obscure a

decision made home friday sets a previous encounter in the snow i ask questions
lines draw figures of paper i believe they are real actions within old
telephones coins that drop way too fast blindfold the leaves so they drop on my

chest now it's time a million sparks set the timing for flights that departure
now