Phenomenon Born
So immaculate and still are the forever rebounding grain that is thrown from the heavens’ sleeve They closet a bent road that slides under a transparent silver sheet A hermit wind that has traveled across mountain precipices, and caverns within hillsides Has found its superlative The glass sailcloth began to open its three-cornered mouth And invited the aching hermit in The tall kerosene lamp figure’s flame trickled and smoothed in response to the intruding wind The bright bu