Daphnomancy # 16

Improvisation # 1

4.19.06

We (Can).

She wore death's womb with

an ax - a Bas relief of runners

shod like Luther loom-

ing (moving thusly). Methought

of all our knots - hot dens Milled

with hands who thought moon

(Hung and Calm) made hands. All who

admired lots of

non-North 9s, had myth: an am-

aranth of earthen Baths BATHed

amid mohair climbs.

Awful as nine halves of high.

A grass Lyre: a

Hoe Dividing a land above

Bough. All have not Rulers. (halved)