for c ause


 no one has held this river before you
as the previous river melted in grief   in the 
as it   wore   wore   pants pants    the tongue heart
gelding and it  ring   ring

not one who sawer or know as breeze
foot wore camber     teeth in the river 
 that shine      came along    breasted 
her eyes blue       no canvass

ing to the absent miss
 its glimspe to
three of the  earth scent of apple hold

ing of its fox locked in hand 
knuckle wristed empire hove outside few


start again repeat the ringing accolding ram and the knight. She wreathed the heart thing. A n artist writing her May wish borne 



      Now it's cold inside      no one sees  in                                       .