Coming to be is hyerbolic happening. . . . It is extremely difficult to think in this huper dimension on the other side of determinate beings.” GOD AND THE BETWEEN, 249
I wander these return__goldenrod over the beach rose
hot ripe smell of August__a part of what it knows
in the pond’s shallow middle__the placid upright egret
holds to the emptiness__Li Po’s decreative fit
pond songs 