but that great and good
is never far from top
oh great Thing
of her mind, behest,
and tender,
on that complex ringlet
islet her dense, jewel enchanting,
rhythm so many ways like indra's
so what chord
like a nightjar's eye
so immanent riddlic like
who sees but is so rarely seen?
but it's mixed because those
who bear unright tools
could not shave a bush
that sings -
would not dare if they could
they know because you said it
and i know because
you'd still speak to me
at least
if you burnt up
or leapt from a cliff
for a man
so much in fragments
and forever like
to keep you
they would learn how to write