Only one kinship of
geogra-makers who
circulate.
That chamber which gives us “cycladic”
certainty is wonder-frail and as you are
drinking
between the gods it is
warning, a reading of
rises and falls distilled from
sorrow
of this.
There is no measure of “prey.” “rain,” “today,”
“covenants” – and power: to dishtil is to come to terms
with rhythm.
