what over and which under
burst lurch things phantoms curl
(mouth seekingly lips wander
a finding whom of girl)
dolls clutching their dolls wallow
toys playing writhe with toys
(than are all unworlds hollow
silence has deeper eyes
purest than fear’s obscener
brightest than hate’s more black
keenest than dying’s keener
each will kissed breast awake)
slow tottering visions bigly
come crashing into go
(all than were nevers ugly
beautiful most is now)