"In this extreme point of awaiting where[...] in the maybe last, maybe infinite moment: man still amongst us." p.5
to him, I say…
she is here...
so come, she says, come
dance with me, here,
in the lublivion of literal problems
in the overlapping steps
of a dainty lightlessness
to stop asking in the waiting
awaking the waking awaiting
of a dance of thinking 'une danse
de la pensée' walking the moors
drunk on the pure running water
of the Exe and Dart in the West
and not of hemlock from a man in Porlock
where___
