and yet
artificial by comparison

any day singing

If in our sleep say an arch. Built of perfect religion.

Then the shadow and the copper cup. Trestles over it.

I put my mind away again. Watch the beautiful river.

Last night the geese crooned. The crickets a chorus.

We believe in God. The word. And the subtle shove to.

Enjoy the limp of light. It’s a wrecked and splendid.

Day. In fact I’ll hymn it for you under here tonight.


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