*Driven into theterrainwith the unmistakable track:grass, written asunder.
The stones, white,with the shadows of grassblades:
Do not read any more - look!
Do not look any more - go!
Go, your hourhas no sisters, you are -are at home.
A wheel, slow,rolls out of itself, the spokesclimb,climb on a blackish field, the nightneeds no stars, nowheredoes anyone ask after you.* Nowhere does anyone ask after you -The place where they lay, it hasa name - it hasnone.
They did not lie there.
Somethinglay between them.
Theydid not see through it.
Did not see, no,spoke ofwords.
None awoke,sleepcame over them.* Came, came.
Nowhere anyone asks -It is I,
I,
I lay between you,
I wasopen, wasaudible, ticked at you, your breathingobeyed, it isI still, but then you are asleep.* It is I still -years,years, years, a fingerfeels down and up, feelsaround:seams, palpable, hereit is split wide open, hereit grew together again - whocovered it up?* Covered it up - who?
Came, came.
Came a word, came,came through the night,wanted to shine, wanted to shine.
Ash.
Ash, ash.
Night.
Night-and-night. - Goto the eye, the moist one.* Go to the eye, the moist one -Gales.
Gales, from the beginning of time,whirl of particles, the other,youknow it, though, weread it in the book, wasopinion.
Was, wasopinion.
Howdid we toucheach other - each other withthesehands?
There was written too, that.
Where?
Weput a silence over it,stilled with poison, great,agreensilence, a sepal, anidea of vegetation attached to it -green, yes,attached, yes,under a craftysky.
Of, yes,vegetation.
Yes.
Gales, whirl of part-icles, there wastime left, timeto try it out with the stone - itwas hospitable, itdid not cut in.
How lucky we were:
Grainy,grainy and stringy.
Stalky,dense:grapy and radiant; kidneyish,flattish andlumpy; loose, tang-led -; he, itdid not cut in, itspoke,willingly spoke to dry eyes, before closing them.
Spoke, spoke.
Was, was.
Wewould not let go, stoodin the midst, a porous edifice, andit came.
Came at us, camethrough us, patchedinvisibly, patchedaway at the last membraneandthe world, a millicrystal,shot up, shot up.* Shot up, shot up. Then -Nights, demixed.
Circles,green or blue, scarletsquares: theworld puts its inmost reservesinto the game with the newhours. - Circles,red or black, brightsquares, noflight shadow,nomeasuring table, nosmoke soul ascends or joins in.* Ascends and joins in -At owl's flight, nearthe petrified scabs,nearour fled hands, inthe latest rejection,abovethe rifle-range nearthe buried wall:visible, oncemore: thegrooves, thechoirs, at that time, thepsalms.
Ho, ho-sannah.
Sothere are temples yet.
Astarprobably still has light.
Nothing,nothing is lost.
Ho-sannah.
At owl's flight, here,the conversations, day-grey,of the water-level traces.* (--day-grey, of the water-level traces - Driven into theterrainwiththe unmistakabletrack:
Grass,grass,written asunder.)
