With my foot the supple ball, for perhaps
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
The purest form is always the one
Floating on the sky.
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Seen. What you know is only manifest
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
By the design of our own silent eyes
Scrawny wolves, and you,
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
Glimmering of light:
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Bronze the sky, with no
Escapees from the cold work of living,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Choces, Mère and Père, undreaming even of fields
Toward something that the world is pointing toward
The purest form is always the one
Floating on the sky.
Of tree-dividing sky finally comes down to
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.
Grateful, I know, for just such compensations,
Seen. What you know is only manifest
Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
shaded by live oaks and bottlebrush trees
By the design of our own silent eyes
Scrawny wolves, and you,
Want anything said at all, which I still doubt)
Glimmering of light:
XVIII. The Northeast and Northwest Passages
Bronze the sky, with no
Escapees from the cold work of living,
and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Choces, Mère and Père, undreaming even of fields
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