encloaked her, meadow inspired her,
meadow took her away as
without time using time merely as scaffolding is used at the beginning of complex structures before, buttressed, they fly supremely on their own.
That terrible winter of the soul.
cry was within me making cold all the meadow
that existed in my breast was
cured there in hopeless tangles yet did hope
ultimately to discover and extrude the mysteries.
|The cry crushed my throat, dared not escape, into the pear-like air above the meadow.|