brasen/quarter.

delivery for the herald's ongoing
smitten rose heraldry, not in the
least obvious and not in the most
given to wine: this begins to the
utmost and dwells forever without

sin or obsession, all of the mad-
ness forgotten long ago and numb-
ered with the stars, the sands, o
hallelujah to you lord, thou hast
upheld me by thy right hand-- mi-

nority senior and inculcated in a
grasping shortness of woodwind: i
built my everlastingness upon the
admission that i had been already
chosen, and now it cannot vanish;

let us be beautiful, and whirring
within the rhythms, harps sounded
like a quartz that had glown hav-
ing been sewn into her gowns.. my
magnificat is hesitant and smile-

stretched so that i--and anyone--
might see farther and furthest or
as much as makes no difference at
the clockstrike, and in the citi-
es that kneel with the breathing,

expecting fervor that has honored
us by being legible.. let my word
have meaning, for a little while,
so it can't wound me against silk
skies that the sober sail toward.