Ariel
Stasis
in
darkness.
Then
the
substanceless
blue
Pour
of
tor
and
distances.
God's
lioness,
How
one
we
grow,
Pivot
of
heels
and
knees!
—-The
furrow
Splits
and
passes,
sister
to
The
brown
arc
Of
the
neck
I
cannot
catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries
cast
dark
Hooks
—-
Black
sweet
blood
mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something
else
Hauls
me
through
air
—-
Thighs,
hair;
Flakes
from
my
heels.
White
Godiva,
I
unpeel
—-
Dead
hands,
dead
stringencies.
And
now
I
Foam
to
wheat,
a
glitter
of
seas.
The
child's
cry
Melts
in
the
wall.
And
I
Am
the
arrow,
The
dew
that
flies,
Suicidal,
at
one
with
the
drive
Into
the
red
Eye,
the
cauldron
of
morning.
