The sweetness of green on the basil
light
gleans a concert of bees, a tall man
who is happy
watches as youth fills the child’s
mouth and screams,
I have compressed the dust in this
corridor, back
and forth the recurrence of time
travels dream
today I chew the airs purple flower,
and I am
at once a cow, or lamb, or
incomprehensible being
that once demanded the sacrifice of
such things
but forgot at last to be.
