A wave of dense light, its fire intact.

A current, a gentle breeze

that rouses everything, that burns/dries up/sears and unties everything,

that purifies/refines everything

to its intimate lines. A high tide the waterfall

that the sun casts down/ruins (its starry

working loose/extricating itself/breaking free, its joyful/delighted,

steady

falling, its igneous mass of roots

of crystals/glass: opening furrows, opening wakes,

wading across, sinking/plunging down). Depth opens

on the surface.

                                                - All

the ocean and the calm

in which it rocks itself [to sleep], all that burning thickness of sand,

of ploughed land, of salt, touches its bottom/depths

and is stirred up.