More favourite passages:
As clouds swell to damply fill gaps in mountains, so in
Illness we sense, solidly, our entrails expanding to stuff
That space of our innerness just feebly imagined before.
*
The sorrows brood inside our purplish spleens, barriers
That check dark moods of sultry bile by segregating it
Where it can't seep to hurt us. Anatomised emotion.
from "The patient who had no insides"
A moon in daylight, whitest blue on blue,
surprises briefly, to appear surreal
until it slips to rights.
*
I sensed your not-there in its burning life.
I listened out to feel its silence beat.
It does not speak with any human mouth.
from "Hiding in plain sight"