Diaphanous and particular
Here stretching to now and dozing asleep
Facile, adding things up to nothing.

Great infolded tail with a snake in its coiling eight
Its infinity of beginning and end
Consuming each other in creation.

Blue with the airplane’s element,
Black in imagining and
The five fingers, ten toes of our close ones circling,

Feeding the fire with chants and omens.
All too easy to recreate the world every morning,
Like those who have been up all night finally going to sleep.