Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love

The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises

The present implies presence thus unauthorized by the present these letters are left authorless— have lost all origin

Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…

The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed

The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress

I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me

A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs

Curie of the laboratory of vocabulary she crushed the tonnage

Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy

Man of absolute physical equilibri… You stand so straight on your legs Every plank or clod you plant your… Becomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yours…

The human cylinders Revolving in the enervating dusk That wraps each closer in the myst… Of singularity Among the litter of a sunless afte…