FOUR
XVIII
i go to this window
just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear
i see the new moon
thinner than a hair)
making me feel
how myself has been coarse and dull
compared with you, silently who are
and cling
to my mind always
But now she sharpens and becomes crisper
until i smile with knowing
—and all about
herself
the sprouting largest final air
plunges
plunges inward with hurled
downward thousands of enormous dreams
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