In The Kingdom Of Bang

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

I Long For The Imperishable Quiet At The Heart Of Form.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

I Came Where The River Ran Over Stones; My Ears Knew An Early Joy. And All The Waters Of All The Streams Sang In My Veins That Summer Day.

Nothing Would Give Up Life: Even The Dirt Keeps Breathing A Small Breath.