upon th'rainy afternoon of days
swept by the tongues of When

World knew no name
(or some forgotten place)
& all's The Same

--silent falls then
the wandering under that rain:

If the butterfly
can still stand its strain
or must plunge & die
amidst Th'Noises of leaves
objecting to       

    ... Again
The Infinite-Eternal Sun

(Ha!) momentarily slain
smells Dust & (the eves
that grieve) in
The Monotone--

it's gone!