God Affords One Explanation

Understand you will never be happy

You will hang beneath time like weights

in a clock. Occasionally a girl will lift her skirts,

you'll feel you have somehwere to go.

Yes you'll have joy's aperture--

the world become spatial in it's light--

but mostly a wall of bird song in the dying ivy,

the candling of a child's voice,

even the heavy roses:

beauty, in it's indifference, will strip you.

Even now you are trying to cover yourselves.

Artwork: Tracey Anderson / Collaboration Statements