Tomorrow, underneath earth, again (I have foundered,
coursed) the colter, as you merge with the body of the day,
                                                           props its elbows

                                   They must not settle, the façade
shall revert to the stones.

Top of the fountain jet 
White diamond liquid sun fire

The Baby commits evil deeds unseen.

It walks.
That is,
it puts one foot in front of another

This ought to be in Russian
Cyrillic and emotional! 
Like “The Poems of Yuri Zhivago”

Everything about
a human
is doomed

“I had hoped to satisfy my love for her a little by giving her a bouquet; it was a complete waste of time. Such a thing is possible only through literature or copulation. I write this not because it is new to me, but because perhaps it is a good thing to put warnings frequently into writing.”

these mornings
here is a true color
like a curtain behind windowpanes

The “historical process” begins as a small tube 
attached to the left ventrical. 
From here it joins the mainstream with a series 

The young girl is unable to change 
The form of her habitual thinking,
The posture with which she corresponds to