In the year of the ninth moon's passage
when the cradle was full of love
of the flood of eyes of the big rock's kick
and love cut open
wrecked distances

And time / was it?/ a still breath's bundle
stood on head in the air by the heels
and squealed in a clenched-fisted silence
at the sea and the ship's bottom fallen
and the milk rock pendulum of a breast fed it breath
and keels of the closed-in rocked-in stockinged sea
made a lap the world --

bounced you on pigeon-toed columns of feedings
what happening-to-life your selflessness
to self-possession would dispossess the same questioning
you in your time it knocks

to see in form the sea beauteousness
its wilderness placidness
on its far night loneliness wakefulness
knowingless forlorn cough calling that the pendulous sea
would have into your body a life likeness of love

You were like beloveds' contentment
contentions against time & modern conscience ---
you laughed back upon their cunning

you were kisses at breasts
wishing milk-unceasing love
slept here between these and night and the crib & spoon

You were a clown before sadness
and windows of tears full of laughter
gave vent to the old year's mood of dismal time
in the face after lovelight forever

And now your time is saying
you are now

even always abreast mother of the world
the ship of hope passes from its quiet eternity out of you

now enough now sailing comes the new hope

throughout emotions emerald coruscation
enchantment does not stop
but glows damn over damn
an alembic of interlocking glow
overflowing generationally from hope

here is home from the beginning
with birth's song -I, Builder- said again.