810

809

808

807

806

805
To perspective multipedes
Of onlyness,
Is city sky--
To wides of stone and narrows roofed--
And lens-- all eyes in one encapsuled.

804
Sensing thought in shadows of leaves
Was my self-conversion--
To read the semaphore
Of green conversation,
A natural dispensation.
Now is my proximal fellow
Both ocean creation
And sky-wrought simplification.

803

802
Necessary at a remove--
Compulsion's intention--
To keep ajar the sealed valve
Of doors.
Letters to oneself
Unwritten, lodged--there--
In a gesture,
A rotation of a hand
To recall the grasp to its devising.

801

800

799

798
I saw a bird fly in the night--
It seemed that she could see
The nature of a path that was
Invisible to me.
Instead of dark impediment
But feeding inner cast--
A sustenance interior
Made future what was past.
Vermillion was created twice,
The second at her cost--
Avian--assumed--submitted--
A shell of love unglossed.

797

796
A loom of storm the muse,
Voiceless to change the air--
Without electric conviction's
False strike and instant shadow--
As Io by Saturn skyed--
Await calamity.

795