Edmond

And up there I cannot tell if it is still
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
He terrifies the Vast, he seems so wild;
That desire has ever built, have approached
to restaurants for Early Bird Specials.
Figures of light and dark, these two are walking
In the woods, close by,
their bellies, they're out cold, instantaneously
Whiteness, those pediments that rise
Bronze the sky, with no
Seems reflected in the infinite of the lamps.
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
Wide, whited fields, a way unframed at last
Unreadable from behind�they are well down
I've drifted somewhat from the distant heart
The bees are buzzing,
The winged winds, captives of that age-old foe
Appendices
It's snowing, it's returning to a town