dawbing hooves on sea aged nigh aum

crone crone

the food wool badger's red lost lowing done

for if emblem in a ditch

would slay the herald of omphalos

old women would grow together like a hand king

wart if triangle loose all ocean no wave

but planes unite all geometry in the point

to know is to be buried

up to the neck in lines

shore wheel

and shawl weel

gather their hands in the towns

nous nous what knife will spread ye

will close the wound with no strife

for mind is no strife but to mind

mind or life all cameo

moonsilver

the warty surface of the cauldron

whose ache in beauty and pain descend surfused

to arisen glory

hollow the hallowed anger

its grief more delicate than ground heather

oil makes a picture in water

and the long draught's view purveil

weed green stones from the knight face fallen helmet

mushroom mushroom

crone in bath to weld the sun its eye blind merry

cold deep waiting

a string put out to distant vacuum

held taut to lie

held taught to memor

and dye

such stains reveal

the mountain course of emblem

rubble discerns through a scrim

of doll the whole winking peace

and ped

even children remember men

whose heads were those of horses

and babies tattooed with clover

standing ceramic

around the pen

what oceans dredge up again

is presence

and older than the drum

of suns

which fail

O how the shining masters know

just how to fail

most bright

for the song that flows

from a buried knight

is black and cold

but pure

ther tour

theater

torture

tutor

ore that stutters

in the bliss