To my ocher risings
And the lotused out
A separate ink and stone
A plank in the illumination
And plovers and more plovers
The seekings of fences
And blasted are my foreheads
The chasm of waterfalls
And forgotten grasses
Then a heimlech wonder
And doors that open in clouds
A theater of dufuses
And fleeting languages
The dillweed and its lovers
Anyone in furs and lavender
be universal 