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From air to air, like an empty net, dredging through streets and ambient atmosphere, I came lavish, at autumn's coronation, with the leaves' proffer of currency and-between spring and wheat ears- that which a boundless love, caught in a gauntlet fall, grants us like a long-fingered moon.
(Days of live radiance in discordant bodies: steels converted to the silence of acid: nights disentangled to the ultimate flour, assaulted stamens of the nuptial land.)
Someone waiting for me among the violins met with a world like a buried tower sinking its spiral below the layered leaves color of raucous sulfur: and lower yet, in a vein of gold, like a sword in a scabbard of meteors,
I plunged a turbulent and tender hand to the most secret organs of the earth.
Leaning my forehead through unfathomed waves
I sank, a single drop, within a sleep of sulfur where, like a blind man, I retraced the jasmine of our exhausted human spring.