This is from a "texual conservation/recycling" project I am working on. These texts are from the book Night by Harold Brainerd Hersey, published in the 30's, I have re-arranged the texts, being careful to conserve all elements (all words, all punctuation), into new forms. These forms will carry the texts further into the future.

SORCERY

You stir,
ashriveled And aglittering wearily,
From tree to tree Of her mouth,
she shoots Your gossamer fingers
pushing, Saying "with is weary"
I web spider, But crystal twitches

is lover
lovely,
......

goldenly, A window;

Gently a ghosts;

Tenderly, A hillside,
......

burn, kisses of
The naked O
of the moon
the silver quivering
moon!

breaks a face Against the Window

among The hot slim Passing faces--
of beauty and hunger, bend of Merge,
Dart Of dawn, Weaving
a back of light.

Her like stars
Around the face
no longer
the moon.

many colored hands
Lifting their silver purple
feather rim, like you
in the web

through The sky is the trees on
arms ...

Now over the of the hills
That like the web, Blown in a
dream

Suddenly you realize that
you is my her Saying:
This is enough