to
Or what is hidden in the shadows they stride
Or what would look at me
If the shutters were not shut
Red      a warm colour on the battle-field
Heavy on my knees as a counterpane
Count counter
I counted    the fringe of the towel
Till two tassels clinging together
Let the square room fall away
From a round vacuum
Dilating with my breath
XVIII
Out of the severing
Of hill from hill
The interim
Of star from star
The nascent
Static
Of night
XIX
Nothing so conserving
As cool cleaving
Note of the Q H U
Clear carving
Breath-giving
Pollen smelling
Space
White telling
Of slaking
Drinkable
Through fingers
Running water
Grass haulms
Grow to
Leading astray
Of fireflies
Aerial quadrille
Bouncing
Off one another
Again conjoining
In recaptured pulses
Of light
You too
Had something
At that time
Of a green-lit glow-worm
â â â â â â â
Yet slowly drenched
To raylessness
In rain
XX
Let Joy go solace-winged
To flutter whom she may concern
XXI
I store up nights against you
Heavy with shut-flowerâs nightmares
â â â â â â â â â â
Stack noons
Curled to the solitaire
Core of the
Sun
XXII
Green things grow
Salads
For the cerebral
Foragerâs revival
Upon bossed bellies
Of mountains
Rolling in the sun
And flowered flummery
Breaks
To my silly shoes
In ways without you
I go
Gracelessly
As things go
XXIII
Laughter in solution
Stars in a stare
Irredeemable pledges
Of pubescent consummations
Rot
To the recurrent moon
Bleach
To the pure white
Wickedness of pain
XXIV
The procreative truth of Me
Petered out
In pestilent
Tear drops
Little lusts and lucidities
And prayerful lies
Muddled with the heinous acerbity
Of your street-corner smile
XXV
Licking the Arno
The little rosy
Tongue of Dawn
Interferes with our eyelashes
â â â â â â â â
We twiddle to it
Round and round
Faster
And turn into machines
Till the sun
Subsides in shining
Melts some of us
Into abysmal pigeon-holes
Passion has bored
In warmth
Some few of us
Grow to the level of cool plains
Cutting our foot-hold
With steel eyes
XXVI
Shedding our petty pruderies
From slit eyes
We sidle up
To Nature
â â â that irate pornographist
XXVII
Nucleus     Nothing
Inconceivable concept
Insentient repose
The hands of races
Drop off from
Immodifiable plastic
The contents
Of our ephemeral conjunction
In aloofness from Much
Flowed to approachment of â â â â
NOTHING
There was a man and a woman
In the way
While the Irresolvable
Rubbed with our daily deaths
Impossible eyes
XXVIII
The steps go up for ever
And they are white
And the first step   is the last white
Forever
Coloured    conclusions
Smelt    to synthetic
Whiteness
Of my
Emergence
And I am burnt quite white
In the climacteric
Withdrawal of your sun
And wills and words all white
Suffuse
Illimitable monotone
White   where there is nothing to see
But a white towel
Wipes the cymophanous sweat
âMist rise of livingâ
From your
Etiolate body
And the white dawn
Of your     New Day
Shuts down on me
Unthinkable     that white over there
â â â Is smoke from your house
XXIX
Evolution     fall foul of
Sexual equality
Prettily miscalculate
Similitude
Unnatural selection
Breed such sons and daughters
As shall jibber at each other
Uninterpretable cryptonyms
Under the moon
Give them some way of braying brassily
For caressive calling
Or to homophonous hiccoughs
Transpose the laugh
Let them suppose that tears
Are snowdrops or molasses
Or anything
Than human insufficiencies
Begging dorsal vertebrae
Let meeting be the turning
To the antipodean
And Form     a
Or what is hidden in the shadows they stride
Or what would look at me
If the shutters were not shut
Red      a warm colour on the battle-field
Heavy on my knees as a counterpane
Count counter
I counted    the fringe of the towel
Till two tassels clinging together
Let the square room fall away
From a round vacuum
Dilating with my breath
XVIII
Out of the severing
Of hill from hill
The interim
Of star from star
The nascent
Static
Of night
XIX
Nothing so conserving
As cool cleaving
Note of the Q H U
Clear carving
Breath-giving
Pollen smelling
Space
White telling
Of slaking
Drinkable
Through fingers
Running water
Grass haulms
Grow to
Leading astray
Of fireflies
Aerial quadrille
Bouncing
Off one another
Again conjoining
In recaptured pulses
Of light
You too
Had something
At that time
Of a green-lit glow-worm
â â â â â â â
Yet slowly drenched
To raylessness
In rain
XX
Let Joy go solace-winged
To flutter whom she may concern
XXI
I store up nights against you
Heavy with shut-flowerâs nightmares
â â â â â â â â â â
Stack noons
Curled to the solitaire
Core of the
Sun
XXII
Green things grow
Salads
For the cerebral
Foragerâs revival
Upon bossed bellies
Of mountains
Rolling in the sun
And flowered flummery
Breaks
To my silly shoes
In ways without you
I go
Gracelessly
As things go
XXIII
Laughter in solution
Stars in a stare
Irredeemable pledges
Of pubescent consummations
Rot
To the recurrent moon
Bleach
To the pure white
Wickedness of pain
XXIV
The procreative truth of Me
Petered out
In pestilent
Tear drops
Little lusts and lucidities
And prayerful lies
Muddled with the heinous acerbity
Of your street-corner smile
XXV
Licking the Arno
The little rosy
Tongue of Dawn
Interferes with our eyelashes
â â â â â â â â
We twiddle to it
Round and round
Faster
And turn into machines
Till the sun
Subsides in shining
Melts some of us
Into abysmal pigeon-holes
Passion has bored
In warmth
Some few of us
Grow to the level of cool plains
Cutting our foot-hold
With steel eyes
XXVI
Shedding our petty pruderies
From slit eyes
We sidle up
To Nature
â â â that irate pornographist
XXVII
Nucleus     Nothing
Inconceivable concept
Insentient repose
The hands of races
Drop off from
Immodifiable plastic
The contents
Of our ephemeral conjunction
In aloofness from Much
Flowed to approachment of â â â â
NOTHING
There was a man and a woman
In the way
While the Irresolvable
Rubbed with our daily deaths
Impossible eyes
XXVIII
The steps go up for ever
And they are white
And the first step   is the last white
Forever
Coloured    conclusions
Smelt    to synthetic
Whiteness
Of my
Emergence
And I am burnt quite white
In the climacteric
Withdrawal of your sun
And wills and words all white
Suffuse
Illimitable monotone
White   where there is nothing to see
But a white towel
Wipes the cymophanous sweat
âMist rise of livingâ
From your
Etiolate body
And the white dawn
Of your     New Day
Shuts down on me
Unthinkable     that white over there
â â â Is smoke from your house
XXIX
Evolution     fall foul of
Sexual equality
Prettily miscalculate
Similitude
Unnatural selection
Breed such sons and daughters
As shall jibber at each other
Uninterpretable cryptonyms
Under the moon
Give them some way of braying brassily
For caressive calling
Or to homophonous hiccoughs
Transpose the laugh
Let them suppose that tears
Are snowdrops or molasses
Or anything
Than human insufficiencies
Begging dorsal vertebrae
Let meeting be the turning
To the antipodean
And Form     a
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