Xaipe: 1
this(let’s remember)day died again and
again;whose golden, crimson dooms conceive
an oceaning abyss of orange dream
larger than sky times earth:a flame beyond
sould immemorially forevering am—
and collapsing that grey mind by wave
doom disappeared, out of perhaps(who knows?)
eternity floated a blossoming
(while anyone might slowly count to soon)
rose—did you see her?darling, did you(kiss
me)quickly count to never?you were wrong
—then all the way from perfect nowhere came
(as easily as we forget something)
livingest the imaginable moon
