as any(men's hells having wrestled with)
man drops into his own paradise
thankfully
whole and the green whereless truth
of an eternal now welcomes each was
of whom among not numerable ams
(leaving a perfectly distinct unhe;
a ticking phantom by prodigious tim's
mere brain contrived:a spook of stop and go)
may i achieve another steepest thing--
how more than sleep illimitably my
--being so very born no bird can sing
as easily creation up all sky
(really unreal world,will you perhaps do
the breathing for me while i am away?)