The scientists are in terror
                                           and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis accepted blindness
                                       rather than have his mind stop

night under wind mid garofani
                                  the petals are almost still.

Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,

When one’s friends hate each other
                              how can there be peace in the world
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.

A blown husk that is finished
                                                  but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
   Where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change