there I think
of your known elements
and how we will soon begin again--
words unnecessarily split
from meaning and sweet sound
amuse but require
all elements to move--
needs the unseen
unfelt touch
to loose the chord--
your vellum face
over my environment
fades but my eyes
will not forget
nor unfog
I feel and not feel
see and not see
you and not you
--my methods
means and devices
are primitive and paltry
my intention in contrast
shift the mother angle
toward the beloved
with me--I will--
move the elements
I can touch
we will soon begin again