the spice captures
as  Cartesian thought
like dune came before the wave lays
     can I,
become just as Eve, separated
from good clay.

tremor in the sand
   combs
     my left side
lamps of an orange air.
  
We men would share a glimpse
stopped
Under the ice and
steal the water of life.

   upon my face the glacier
    needlessly points
to thy face
deep spaces
   speaks to every
   a needless wave, my name
north crevasse
  a weird word peals the way.