The  book came to me this morning
Like other things, opening pages wide
Like our mouths containing words
From stomachs rumbling with food

Night contained words in its  stomach
A better book than a luminous box
Of letters ,with thoughts of somebody
Beyond  oceans, thoughts mixed up
With the oceans , the air and the hills

On the way the  thoughts meshed with
Light words , their sounds of fine fury
Signifying much of nothing, like night
Containing words that signified much
Differently in different nights of day

Book is  ravenous hunger like a night
Bustling with words ,signifying sounds
Differently in different times of night
The way they are coming to us through
The oceans,  hills and sweeping trees
The way the trees sweep the night sky.


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