And Something

Wade through tepid waters, step in

Yawning sky which, blackly, yearns to yell,

Yet ringing stars in blanket-night, bell:

For roses to bloom, maroon beds in

Shallow pools around my shoe-tips.

Posey smells, in my pocket. Therein

A singing dwarf begs for:

Rainbows in the sallow-night,

Gold-pots, and jingle-jangles

When something, crosses my

Infinite mind.

Lifts the blanket-night,

That starry lie.

Snaps a string from violin:

And, indulgent, cries.