might these be thrushes climbing through almost(do they
beautifully wandering in merciful
miracles wonderingly celebrate day
and welcome earth's arrival with a soul)
sunlight?yes
(always we have heard them sing
the dark alive but)
look:begins to grow
more than all real, all imagining;
and we who are we?surely not i not you
behold nor any breathing creature this?
nothing except the impossible shall occur
--see!now himself uplifts of stars the star
(sing!every joy)--wholly now disappear
night's not eternal terrors like a guess.
Life's life and strikes my your our blossoming sphere