mere point of fire wild garden I dream      and the journal of paws cows beyond cud rumble it’s smallest voices curse the sun up it’s dawn that wakes dogs roosters won’t be outwoken myself am the whale of morning turning seas about each ocean I seamlessly ply takes on meaning what calls the mind to claim exception? life though larger than me I everywhere endanger the place is written in this light all lines a mantra till they’re down till ink sets their forgetting KK next>

this is the speech of my hands poetry by Christopher (Kit) Kelen and Steven Schroeder | images by Kit Kelen