Illusions-mine discompose to separate fibers, lone strands not to work as one, and build; but to be eaten, and chewed, and broken. Ornatest jade-plants started forth from richest loam with the finest goodwill—must now be hewn, stalk from root, stalk from separate veiny leaf, seminal sap freed to try at the loam again. Bear the harvest pieces in bins to the house, to discard—now the rows run ruin, furrow and scratch of ruin. A field of bells I hear—I start up in the morning—frost tinkle and ring, laid in the longing zag of furrows. That new seed has been sown—that new seed has been sown—richness moulders, now prosper cold tones.
-2002
