-
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
-
is made of salt and noise and dew. Every poem is Eden and every poet
-
The planets turn. The trees are bare.
-
I had some guests. I invited them
-
an exodus fathoming air
-
Ah, you bonus illumination in this vast multiplying apart.
-
Earth you know is round but seems flat.
-
To hold a true note could be everything.
-
I concentrated on this panel of sky
-
Things floating like the first hundred flakes of snow