A furthered zone, Ghostly decision of apportionment. For the dead can claim The lover's senses, the mortgaged heart. Watch twice the orchard blossoms in gray rain And to the cold rose skies bring twin surprise. The mortgage of the dead is known. Prepare the cherished wreath, the garland door.
Nothing resembles nothing.
Yet nothing Is not blank. Of noticed clocks on winter afternoons, malignant stars, Demanding furniture. All unrelated And with air between. While Time, The endless idiot, runs screaming round the world. The Dual Angel A Meditation on Origin and Choice Incantation to Lucifer Angel disarmed, lay down your cunning, finally tell The currents, stops and altitudes between Heaven and Hell.