Nothing extravagant; enameled space.
I’ll drink from it and it will show me the
earth as a heavenly well, provision
now. Maybe I’ll find it somewhere buried
I try to look down.
Pill; just another inept utensil.
It’s always a placebo strain. Sugar.
I have tried to see the way they saw first
Frost and Sandburg, Cummings Joyce and Davies.
I’m moved by the way
it moved other dots on a freckled back;
United States of organization.
It’s there but not much else than one dot up
like an unleaded lantern. I’ve tried to
see it. Years spent looking