In The Air, There Your Root Remains,

You're Rowing By Wordlight

The Heart Hid Still In The Dark, Hard As The Philosophers Stone.

Illegibility Of This World. All Things Twice Over. The Strong Clocks Justify The Splitting Hour, Hoarsely. You , Clamped Into Your Deepest Part, Climb Out Of Yourself For Ever.

Each Arrow You Shoot Off Carries Its Own Target Into The Decidedly Secret Tangle

Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!