Commentary: HOW DO THE LOVELY THING

and stars a seeing there a dreaming lake of total substance swallows and digests and offers visions of birds and things flitting about and coming to rest a middle-night-place with its face a noon-day sun two glows in one face a space of motioning acknowledging its own need for grace to be a token face itselfs own longing dimension collected arches on the towers built to keep the precious things the periodical one the human body my souls mystery wanderer magnificat I hear the sound-song of joy learned no matter what in these atmospheres of my one once born I know and want to know the sun in one eye and the moon in the other my the first to make this out without effrontery the mystery trials of souls history again my story unfolds for me to see my eyes glow for the next time’s sake  it is the victory of companions in ceaseless companionship retrieving always maintenance it does itself agree in first reading consciously what is the literal there is of it so in the sublime a rhyme...

because it is color fading it still is bliss self-determining in a complexity I reach the court of saying this the sky is blue inside my face the journey is in my feet no contract breached before and after drinking on morning to the night of choirs a special glass starred in knowing myself a circle brought back to do so a shield of phenomena a transit so seldom but long all have seen the respectful-function standing to the attention on the river bank  a garden there the language of understanding understanding the cries marry me a grammar of blood and soul there now is the location environs of the deepest-well continued agreement into and toward the center of the story preventing any other distribution host the stars of the night I glance and glimmer I feel the warmth I move on and say I smile what it feels like to tremble nothing here is stupefied not where these fires begin my word born to carry my way as a crib in a nursery a window there he lovely thing so for the br...

absorption wakened crafted the craft how the silent cloud holds its fascination close in heart while it is raining now a cat calling fullest sound great rewards of retributions our cloud is in history nebulous affirmed history is a cloud on the horizon is the bed of the dream mine I love though I never sleep I do dream as further it remains as it speaks my name and asks me where I am I do not know the cloud smiles and passes by fixed in seeing without cease such and such dream ecce homo feline decision in secret meeting in itself confirmation of knowledge as to when to act belying nothing remains imknown when g-d feline strikes as absolute never foreseen held abeyance secret seen occurring reaction held in laughter abstinence in strike a role a purpose in decision lighting the imperturbable dark distinct in function fore placed in education trained to abstain until time of notice is attained  revealing mysteries in sudden holding darkness illumination in rapidity of sensed-tho...