because
an obstreperous grin minutely floats
out of this onelegged flower—
girl’s eyes and
bounding timorously
caroms against quickly taxis
ora chiselled god’s
Mother hugs carefully against her
stone dull little breast the
with rain streaked Boy,quietly whose
mutilated eyes remember flowers
these clouds
imitate curiously
a Ist judgment lightening
on top of the large bold soft noisy
world
filling me promptly
up:
in order that i may be sharply
emptied into Silence(which is
nothing;but whom we call,darkness)