Be all of one day without divisions. When I and the birds awake, I watch the brass handles grow. Then,
as each thing beats quicker I feel the gong roar though
and the doors slam.
Here is another day moving — a speck of sun or machine-sun; or a sail a- coming…
I have fifty, sixty years to ____________.
I have not yet broken.
This is the beginning. There are hours and hours of light above the world.
I can let the day drop.
I let somebody knock.
They ask questions. They interrupt. They throw it down.