Addendum to fragments of undiscovered song
iv.
To share my rust/fellow tales of far off yesteryears pronged/lunged to morrows far off to rust along with you/I call tender shoots
v.
A new mist reminds that day is
but the child
of a further debt what
seems is further
than night would want what
the sunk deeds
of my river could want is not
even belief
in the archer’s eye at the roof
of my furthest fruit.
vi.
This forever is tinier by comparison
to the stillness
it is larger
Than time, fuller in circumference if
only in silence-
that is because
the red of a bloated circle outdoes its
white, the plenitude
ignorant of each.