If thicketed therein that. Only that passage of
twilight in which there is
now that there is

now. No other unwritten

word. Only that passage of
twilight in which these
thorns bleed
will yet bleed. That
new breath you will
therein. If thicketed therein yet.

Only receive.

 
                        *

Thereafter that as if. In secret. These pages of pages like

nightfall might flower
with that which that
by which

your name might
already be

buried. In secret. Deep even. Thereafter

in every last summons
of lilac. Thereafter

of dust.

                        *

Each thorn each as wide as that open
throat out of earth out of which
nothing
is made is already made
into that breath. Now that
breath you already  

let go of which. Now you let go of
which. That which already

you are as you are.