i'm flowing over your mouth with my mind

as the funereal trees conspire
with elegance

the great night neither mask
nor dream

and you breathe

 
there are cool fires glowing centers
in everything a starry seed

more than window that lessens breeze

 
and you breathe and i do not see

the forest hare for the droppings
of dog and deer and the white trash

of moonlight and men
and time in its essence

so much coin without end

 
and you breathe but i do not know
and you breathe