to try tracing it now is a mistake
eclipsed he comes through or
out of a wall where there wasn't
a door how pleasantly he does
not insist as you are preparing
a winter of candles and furs does
not call out to you (if you did
permit him) does call the mosses
what they are does have need
for pasture wind a kept sparrow
your bed is the body of doves
and he is permitted to swaddle
permitted to lie all visions
are subject to color he knows
the growing acreage the nape
of the neck how these are
worn near flames how these
flicker he scatters straw bits
of hair how these flicker
as outlines