Renaissance Cana Scott
my name is zero empty of profundity devoid of definition. it was appointed to me by architects not by their own schemes but from the machinations of probability plucked from plausible pages of holier pens.
Poetry 63
the geography is indefinite those foreign lands, my lone namesake. venerated for the miracle of origin where water trickled to the vine and men first believed. since my name is naught and the spring is void let it forge its own out of the assembly of my movements. streaking passage for fortune until bloodwine remedies the earth.
Spring 2021
