Godhead. I keep seeing foxes.
I will continue

ruining––this lamentation.
I will ruin my life by virtue

of naming my self
to this life. Crystals. Droll.

When I imagine lamentation,
I imagine laminating

Sheets. Still
gold and mine. Thine

heart: collect thee from thine
Heart and be free.

But know I
could never be, I could––

Things and Forms:
I see you. I was looking

Towards stringent enclavement.
Facsimile is likeness. Which means.