on a high walk communicating
like i was and ever shall be original
without fault both intimate and numerate
to all the above to sing of where i live
in pure autonomy the moon bid me unlink
to see a ‘dans maen’ of merry maidens
are the stars talking in my voice
i remember lying in the grass at home
and what the stars first gave me was eternity
as my pulse raced the image darkened
and i floated away into infinity