WHITEGRAY of
shafted, steep
feeling.
Landinwards, hither
drifted sea-oats blow
sand patterns over
the smoke of wellchants.
An ear, severed, listens.
An eye, cut in strips,
does justice to all this.
THREADSUNS
above the grayblack wastes.
A tree-
high thought
grasps the light-tone: there are
still songs to sing beyond
mankind.
BRIGHTNESSHUNGER-- with it
I walked up the bread-
step, under
the blindness-
bell:
it, water-
clear,
claps itself over
the freedom that climbed with
me, that with me climbed
too high, on which
one of the heavens gorged itself,
that I let vault above
the worddrenched
image orbit, blood orbit.
HALF-GNAWED, mask-
miened corbel stone,
deep
in the eyeslit-crypt:
Inward, upward
into skull's inside,
where you break up heaven, again and again,
into furrow and convolution
he plants his image,
which outgrows and outgrows itself.