-
4. The erotically swollen moon
-
Should the wide world roll away
-
They’ll tell you that it’s all in vain
-
But no, the ship is silent,
-
blows across / my sore, lolled tongue a song
-
The circular argument of time beneath
-
in a pang of birdsong,
-
Clear Autumn. I gaze out into
-
you’re like a / shadow,
-
Radiant the delayed calmness,