Process of a red stripe through much whiplash of environmental sweepstakes misinterprets slabs as they come forward. A footprint
directs traffic in the center of flat crocus plaza as the storm incurves on this new situation. Why are there developments? A transparent shovel paves, "they" say, residual elastic fetters pictures of moments brought under the sand
On a stack of bedside reading, likely to be acknowledged sometime here, I laid a wish- bone I had promised a man to keep for him, in a vessel now obso- lete in this house, a shining ashtray from dinners drawn from an urban cocotte I loved.
Perhaps causality was a way of uniting god with laughter?
But supposing I had chosen to march on you Instead of on such a star - what then? Instead of this incubus of infinite duration, I mean to say, whose single glance Brings loving to its knees?
Yes, wherever the ant-hills empty Swarm the fecund associations, crossing And recrossing the sky-pathways of sleep. We labor only to be relatively Sincere as ants perhaps are sincere. Yet always the absolute vision must keep The healthy lodestar of its stake in love.
You'll see somewhere always the crystal body Transparent, held high against the light Blaze like a diamond in the deep. How can a love of life be ever indiscreet For even in that far dispersing city today Ants must turn over in their sleep.