Night: one mora
Walls: closed like hexagons
Night: one mora
Autumn: breathless and tired of waiting for
honeybees with hearts so loving...
Night: winding about pierced by rings of rainbow rays
the gods criss-cross making their dances through these bands
of letters erased in midst much mashed mute words
The night is fire and mires the world
The night is fire and sires the world
The night is fire and the world wire
All seems to vanish even the mountains nimbly
Night
