• I found the words to every thought

    I ever had — but One —

    And that — defies me —

    As a Hand did try to chalk the Sun


    To Races — nurtured in the Dark —

    How would your own — begin?

    Can Blaze be shown in Cochineal —

    Or Noon — in Mazarin?

  • Your thoughts don't have words every day

    They come a single time

    Like signal esoteric sips

    Of the communion Wine

    Which while you taste so native seems

    So easy so to be

    You cannot comprehend its price

    Nor its infrequency