as though

nothing changed:

oh

stillness—after

whispering

gazing

and hearing—

(and i forgetting it was all life long forgetting the past voiced as a cradle song so as to remember the rest of life the lullaby with its silent-originary spirit primal opening of me a widening it promising me freely without limit)

oh

stillness—(long time already there is no one):

the air—among the tops:

of birches

1983