Peace Goes Into The Making Of A

Whom Can I Ask What I Came To Make Happen In This World?

We Open The Halves Of A Miracle, And A Clotting Of Acids Brims Into The Starry Divisions: Creation's Original Juices, Irreducible, Changeless, Alive: So The Freshness Lives On

Oh Each Successive Night That Comes Has Something In It Of An Abandoned Ember That Is Slowly Burning Out, And It Falls Swathed In Ruins, Surrounded By Funereal Objects.

I Want To Do To You What Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Do Tears Not Yet Spilled Wait In Small Lakes?