Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its…
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of…
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A…
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot…
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is…