Self-scanning the bounding line where no man has dared to go. Every word that cuts the airy way a gain in space Vast world of delight. Sounding knowing new. That which composes itself need not refuse. Being found out.
Bird sounds .
Magnetizes the space around dull-rounded obsession. To sing in truth is a different breath. Tara lifts off the lips twenty-one times a line. Light in the heart of the dark the dark knows not. Catch the between in the difference.