Something below from a poem in progress ("Dove Street"). My life seems to have simplified (or is it just my brain), & my "technique" seems to be growing more simple & bare.
Sleepwalking labyrinthine Providence.
Orpheus in Hades, Odysseus on the wine-dark sea,
Penelope, Eurydice (at the vanishing-point
of their desire, at the end of the drawn-out tale).
My sister, my dove. . .