eh is for ashes

Tempting, very tempting, like tongues that try to touch the insides of universal desire.


Yellow triangles.


Blue texture.


Orange faces.


A nice angle on the river, looking toward Nelson.


the eye of the forest sentinel guards the path


lured by the sound of water falling, a very steep creek


sun dial identification states, time turns all things to ash, eh

each wave of perception assumes
an elevated position
in the determination
of object to subject