I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...

An straight arrow
the strength and reach of my aims...

There are transparent fossils,
the fossils of voices...

A pussycat jumped over the moon
soon she realized the moon was nothing...

The penumbra of Illumination.
The echo of birds’ footsteps in silence...

Black man sings:
Compering to the way you moving your booty my baby...

Is transparency a soul,
something all the clear things share...

You are so quiet
but your silence is quite loud...

When the wind
at its hasty ingress...

Was I ever P like a penguin, living in icy...
or free like the D...

The black man Jazzes
and fire...

Breeze,
the cool bed-sheet of white dreams...