She remembers dialect while the noun
is the “human position.”
The confusion of poem is full of love, passion
a thought-fox.
Simply by mentioning the confines of clichés,
longing for childhood,
in its own way, catching her deep passion for it.
This tension is simplicity and a matrix of symbols
served as a lover.
I value the helpless baby
itself in her head the vow we so often make
by submerging all along.
Here the father retrieves the idol mysterious
in another language.
