edenic bloodrush

under the leaves

smashed berries

press-ups on god’s lawn

dig my finger in the soil and it’s perfect, bugs move out of my way

night drops



Milly the God speaker and his angelic secretary

Milton wrote a thing about a thing.

And he was blind.

He thought god made him so, so that he could better see the miraculous vision of a paradise lost.

An angel dictated to him, he said.

He thought he was sort of like Theresa from Fable, or other milky-eyed, mystical figures from art.