The Continuous Future

Darkness without
 

Up or down

Lying heavy in lightness

Opening from the spilled

Starry milk of heaven

Moving across

Distances born

Day from night

Early indigo drawn clear

From blue in blackness

From yellow light quickening green

From pivoine novae

Their purples plunged into pinks

This unfathomably old grammar

Of the lesser lanterns

Remembering the first darkness

Beneath every brightness

Under the is of the sun and other stars

That the flesh will call form

Form will call

Formlessness

And formlessness will call

To sing