It is gorgeous
All the sounds
And the silence:
this beautiful catastrophe.

There is no news; there is only this beautiful catastrophe.
We feel each other,
Clinging to the “c.”
The space between us is filled with this beautiful catastrophe.
So we say [we’re] off again;
The approaching footsteps,
Are in horrible silence.
So we walk, just like that; our steps on the pavement, silent and slow.

It’s only a little apocalypse. (read more)