do as thou pleasure wilt
for today we are
as fragrant herbs
bolting in tides
to the silent meadow
subsides
tier upon tier
amorous the black ear / loam
how cool the shade
drink
wild branches
reaching up if form
itself were
ecstasy foreborne
as agony the knot
of ornament
in the dance
of organization
with its own
failure
fay allure
and risible riffling
refugium
what pocket steel can
or will if
laurel launch not
in night
these trails
of paper lanterns
down into root-like
river canyons
