The cocklebur and ergot, horse chestnut, fescue taste not,
neither taste the green false hellebore nor jimsonweed

Moving as a mind moves across a math problem,
Or an eye across a lover’s body,
Or a dragonfly across the sky,

First my books grew stiff
brass clasps like the books monks read.

A hush enshrouded them. They were

Here Follows an Account of the Nature of Fish.
Here follows a description of an unknown town.

Shit is the taste you want in your mouth,
said love, said love, be a dog,

If I look to the opposite shore and greet myself there, 
if I call out to myself come here 
and watch myself laboriously construct from shore-things 

Stacked the mind with fear: In my room, age eight
I hear him coming up the stairs, penance box

When spring opens the faucet out pours water, water;
if there were a baby playing in the driveway it would be
carried away, water would carry away every baby like the movie

Clouds scuffle and clinch in this March sky;
wind presses our turned collars to chin
and Chris casts his line against the grain.

Jerome discovered fifteen signs of doom
each of a day; seas will explode in steam,
man's towers burst into ash, the earth will move,