POETRY. The poems uncovered in this book have neither outline nor shape. They originate a space where physiognomy intuits intensity. "Around sea's surround sound's me. It becomes me being sound being sea. Any/ me. We. Around Sea's surround sound's we.

/ She sells Seychelles by the sea shore's roar. Will it last. That is this/ book's chore. Who could ask for more./ Can poetry preserve skies. Yes. A breath at a time./ Come on now.

Come on. Come on in"-- Alan Davies. "A brilliant musical work, where the techniques of our times are perfected and abandoned one by one. What goes up, comes down, until the only way out is with it"--Fanny Howe.