never is ever as uncertain
certainties of molecules
unforming back to verse
precipitate impulse to prose
yet again in the yielding river
and a shimmering cry
O molly quewells hiding
from the rivers in the rivers
capting the leaked light shadows
of morning at Tarr Steps like eels
riding east to catch the last
morning light which is just
another way to escape continuing
west along the language of she said...
