I was duller than the day
but the day grew within me
I broke the butcher's handle
and the sparrow came to sing and sit beside me
my length had grown with the fairness of lit
my quick wit beheld in the fortress of the grace
eucharistic blindness
awaking peter and soloman
saintly salamanders who slither in columns
filing with their bony fingers
sticking stickers onto envelopes
enveloped by the levies
a dreary tangle
down into the shadow maze
the bird sang out of tune
the sand in the throat
it was all away and gone
angel in the pyre
dream season awake and done
all away and gone
give berries to the lord
the present precedent
the French cloth grew long
