Xaipe: 5
swim so now million many worlds in each
least less than particle of perfect dark—
how should a loudness called mankind unteach
whole infinite the who of life’s life(hark
what silence)?” “Worlds? o no:i’m certain they’re
(look again)flowers.” “Don’t worlds open and
worlds close?” “Worlds do, but differently;or
as if worlds wanted us to understand
they’d never close(and open)if that fool
called everyone(or you or i)were wise.”
“You mean worlds may have better luck, some day?”
“Or worse!poor worlds;i mean they’re possible
—but” lifting “flowers” more all stars than eyes
“only are quite what worlds merely might be
