Meg By looking at each waking And traveling far off on one knee Zinc Hector leaves. We Breath his portrait in head And break the cold swan on head. Heliotrope not the thing to slake this restless rage which is clear chance a question in clues the unburied chair your eye waiting your breathing ear I see a dark rainbow crevice in the moonlight ebb And God’s only mother, murdered stubborn to tame, strike the Right of it all. Feel the we? Quick Afternoon (new) in the Death of Painting There Ovid Layers his underworld car. Strange bridal doubt, the Cameo Wilderness. In the seagull’s chest, Around the scenes of doom And oddly piney Yonder eastern thundered house, the barren feeding light forgotten Beginning creation’s fleet Dessert, inward eye.
