Collect and recollect. These things I do
within, where, present with me is the world

Low-hanging clouds, pond-mesmerized,
Whittle slim-stemmed flagons from their subtle waves!

The camshafts of heaven will outlive the axle trees.

And seven centuries later, you are born while somewhere,
another flood threatens.

Something about what matters
   Breathes in the twilight blushing
         Everything here on the piers.

See also: TIMELINESS/UNTIMELINESS.

Somebody’s shroud is in a twist

Bend and ripple in the heat waves,
Stippled streaks of skin cooked
Raw, blushing rose.

Squibs of passion … these are all
My marshaled senses can recall.

Look at you, cutting and weeping. Idiot.