strands and fibers of I
from which noise, frays along
Bind or join or lash together
whatever is left of strewn
beaten and worn
and sighing into the fog
with a smile
and beating them until they are dry
and warm and they smile
For what is a forest
or a rich man if he is not
gilded green with drops
rolling down his hills
and provided the right sound
may release an avalanche of now
a new now
a new now can be here
