“Music: Time that one wants neither to arrest nor hasten.”
Running from. Running to. Running whence for who where to.
Now girdling now girdled now what is is. Is mindwide. What
is is and is windlong wide-as-mind sea-high now, seahigh now
now poised on a reef, on a pin, pinned to a pricking asking
running from or to and from where?
To? To who? You?
You or me? Me? Running to me?
Me or you now soft as a steamed envelope, hushed as fading coal?
Me or you now perched on a cage swung from a long, wrung, tow?
What can be is —
But what is, me or you, and where to?
What is is —
And where? In what fading like hushed coal
What can be is now — hushed like the stone in
the wet rut of a rush
o what is is now, of a ripening plum?
is now swinging on a long, wrung, tow.