Nadir

is where the stars

are also

                                              Bahman Saatchi Art

Walked into the house to this

Gasped, cried

Love

Toposophy 

we're going to expand

eventually

outside all topoi

into a field of

experiment

per usual

Today you and I

are ridding of doubt

Report past sunset

We're an appulse

you and I

And nothing I dream up

beats the laws in place

The stars are in an outright rustle

trying to wake you up

Touch me so they go off

and everyone can sleep