might these be thrushes climbing through almost(do they

beautifully wandering in merciful
miracles wonderingly celebrate day
and welcome earth's arrival with a soul)

sunlight?yes
            (always we have heard them sing
the dark alive but)
                    look:begins to grow
more than all real, all imagining;

and we who are we?surely not i not you
behold nor any breathing creature this?
nothing except the impossible shall occur

--see!now himself uplifts of stars the star
(sing!every joy)--wholly now disappear
night's not eternal terrors like a guess.

Life's life and strikes my your our blossoming sphere




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