selected notices of silver-white
catch the occasional turns of light)

through mountains-miniatures crowned with the deep-
crushing snow rising in tentativeness from crevasse,

nook, bough, under bushes, is it really there? all around

the sad field grave (outside) hiding under all that was:
Man's quickest wisdoms with God's seldom tears deep-bound

inside: the warmth of O Awakening! glittering there

upon a gathering human eye's empty constructions
of breaths which live between sublimations

lights! th'benumbed machinations of the mutest air

Existence can wrap heavily in
Fool's illusion of genuine Wind