This misalliance follows the custom for female children To adhere to maternal practices While the atheist father presides…

Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy

Curie of the laboratory of vocabulary she crushed the tonnage

The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress

Ostracized as we are with God The watchers of the civilized wast… reverse their signals on our track Lepers of the moon all magically diseased

Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels

The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…

The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed

Man of absolute physical equilibri… You stand so straight on your legs Every plank or clod you plant your… Becomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yours…

Nightingale singing—gale of Nanki… Sing—mystery of Ming-dynasty sing ing

Little tapers leaning lighted diag… Stuck in coffin tables of the Caf… Leaning to the breath of baited bo… Like young poplars fringing the L… Eyes that are full of love

IN pressing the material to derive its essence, matter becomes deformed. AND form hurtling against itself is thrown beyond the synopsis of vision. THE straight line and the circle are t...