It’s not the end but a shadow,
It is the shadow of the end of fifty Middle Ages,
It is one in all directions
On and over the waters
A thrown shadow casts
People organize and arrange and know
that one cannot know
who and what they rank and order
And C looks at his watch and says
“We are almost in America but not quite”
For Saint Nicolas:
Eye – also find a path that is not a path.
Eye – find a Shining path finally
even and odd
up and down
get together
Silence is a verb
All trips high, sound wavers
A poem by a chimney that is not a chimney
a poem for nobody comes
in condition to be or wait
Ankles on shins
A leg of wood
A wooden leg
The bastards of a book
a psalm piece
A piece of a psalm
People live too large with a Kalahari
on its consciousness
A slip instead of the two shoes of
its consciousness in the Kalahari