79.
all I know is no one must know
otherwise the words don’t work, tell
only the true
never the new the one you never
the moon shining under the skin of
the sea
the long hair of the law the only
power
windswept and sound pressures the
heat that fell
from the absent sun so long ago
the weather is a spaceship bearing
messages
we have to catch new senses to
perceive their text
don’t be afraid to say hello we’ll
all be gone
three seeds plucked up by a pilgrim
bird.
80.
Three are the gates of paradise
a blazing letter stands before each door
of course it’s in the dream it
happens
it matters only when you’re not awake
the vast blue bird perches on the
roof
wet towels of the swimmers drying on
the rail
in sun and wind the changes come
difference is a molecule apart
there is no nurture in the metal
world
bonfire on the beach atomies of
amorous madrigals
but if I were a folk I would tell you
clear
in wordsongs true as stones along the
beach.
