wind! how the animals remember Noah
this itself is mind restlessly fleet
beckoning down your dark like a smoke boa
to drink it back in green on your two feet
one wonders how these things are o’er-mastered
for fires cannot blaze on fuellessly
nor can a horse walk straight when he is plastered
and all of sense dissolves thus lastly
o granite moon should you ever go out
like the stone hearth at morning writ in charcoal
crushed cold from your crater the words I doubt
that there will not be silence of the soul
at the end of whatever we discover then
forget
I was once a high bouncing lover
