We Come Around to Beginning, Again Con/Jur/d, 9/13/2025 Last night, every time we awoke we thought we were dying, having felt this acute inbetween, before went back in THIS MORNING A dog BARKS suddenly, calls ATTENTION sitting before the window preparing to SIT, on one corner, of the house despite the early hour women rehearse baseball hidden by the bulk of our home, on the opposing corner, on another street a body has fallen, of good cheer, under a golden crepuscular SUN she doesn’t know why she can’t get up When death comes we fear the absence although WE KNOW in absence there is NOFEAR Later, after the dogwalker who found her the responder’s vehicles whose leashed breathing a mechanized pacing an implied PROMISED back and forth of hollowed concrete transit HALLOWS tense echoes of set-apart emergency entrances have gone back, to their caged lairs we begin again, this silence made flesh, a JAY SHOUTS loudly, outside our window THIS! TOOis? QUIET!
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 9/14/2025