XXV

 

radical weather

& radical ellipsis

 

radical patience

& silence as it is

 

the surface tension

of staring too long

 

the way straight through

is now the way around

 

a temporary fix

for the last

 

immutable form

do you whistle

 

or sing in a style

that wavers

XXVI

 

no word

or world

 

is empty

its horizon’s

 

on the right

& order’s

 

on the run

among inhuman

 

traffic the

one that’s

 

top gun

we always

 

love more

the half-complete

 

man rushing

toward extinction—

 

well-spoken is

half-sung

XXVII

 

I shall

say again

 

what I never

said before

 

everyone starts

at zero and

 

some are

at one

 

love’s figured

musicircus

 

stands sideways

in the aisle

 

where you can

always see

 

what you never

saw before