Once Fishing Was A Rabbit's Foot-- O

Those Blessed Structures, Plot And Rhyme-- Why Are They No Help To Me Now I Want To Make Something Imagined, Not Recalled?

Once Fishing Was A Rabbit's Foot-- O Wind Blow Cold, O Wind Blow Hot

But Sometimes Everything I Write With The Threadbare Art Of My Eye Seems A Snapshot

The Lord Survives The Rainbow Of His Will.

The World Is Absolutely Out Of Control Now And Is Not Going To Be Saved By Any Reason Or Unreason.