In the before world
and the after world
and the world that is

all melody of rings
and their grooves
to be added singing

while we are scrubbing a low floor

sky suds flowing over

the sun's desiccated
ridge of departure

paths wrapping a sealed fence
cream tones
eons of bone transformed
to be reborn in darkness

tongue of human work and more
plant succeeding
the sleek tide merciful
and the straight lines leaning.