QUANTUM SUFFICIT

What mysteries these eyes
have seen revealed
that once
The Quiet (Woods) concealed

are of no immediate matter:
enough
has been
the seasons' bluff.

What dust-dissolving rains
have failed

to wash away our sins
to their rightful hells

now Th'Winds suckle
into obviously dry
& forlorn memories
which don't apply

What words th'peacock Moment
spreads
before Intent,
over our heads,

are of no consequence:

Their candor falters
and their senseless reason
nothing alters