Wind and whistles wear the elder texts away until an only tree, the tree, stands revealed. He is released into the unwritten purposes of his errand, and the old Eurydices disappear. There is a new call. There is wilder work to do. In named terrain and the track of a true beast, he ventures out of allegory, away from the lectern, and toward the annihilation of all identity and measure.
Prolific fact drives each day forward to emergence and ever more uncertain births.
Flesh of resurrection. Scanning boulder caves and ledges. Again and again on the ascent, gorgeous actualities overwhelm memory with sensation, especially of trees and wildflowers. As time passes, velocities increase. 13.v.'91 Broken wheel.