For James Turrell and Larissa Greer
Neither I, nor any of my woes,
will have truck with your deliverables.
As a collective, we oppose the darkening of the aura.
As a family, we refuse all systems of reproach.
I think I speak for all of us when I say:
Lose your lyric self in some eternally ill-lit area code,
some solipsistic tangle of caves known only to each other,