un breloque,
a novel,
un tonique moitié plein

sweet chicory; wild,
a japanese maple

a lectern, a candle, a pendant;
lent
waves bring in water that melts the cement

holy

holy a lordy sing me poormans-hymn
nothing is true when nothing is not
to is is to be is to know now,
you see?

holy

who what is and who is what's not
this is truth spread out on loaf
this is riddle to a rhyming oaf
never simply,

holy

from highest heaven to lowest vale
carry the sound like an orchestra,
a procession of violent brasses rising…