when every thing was all
one wind and nothing.
the heavens turned
her circle came in a climbing snow.
one-weather man on the doubled edge
light came light
no thistle turned the crown;
one rounded world
one world from light,
came shooting stars at snail-pace on a white rig,
came sailors eyes
nailed and rigged on her harboured walls
when every sea one kingdon
one wave. one kissing tide,
she grew her days as silence grew her envoy;
her waters white as blood
her blood as red her climbing snow,
clocks sand and sea
cloaks fish-and-dagger whole-tail
on the dry-land now her screams
feeds hunger only water from the belly of the stream;
when all was all
sun and moon; birthday boys\' with dancing girls;
how far gone their dreams?
how deeply sleeps the old man of the sea;