Stasis in darkness. 

Then the substanceless blue.

 Pour of tor and distances.  

God's lioness, 

How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees! -- The furrow 

Splits and passes, sister to 

The brown arc 

Of the neck I cannot catch,  

Nigger-eye Berries cast dark Hooks --  

Black sweet blood mouthfuls, 

Shadows.

Something else

Hauls me through air -- 

Thighs, hair; 

Flakes from my heels.  

White

Godiva, I unpeel--

Dead hands, dead stringencies. 

And now I

Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas. 

The child's cry  

Melts in the wall. 

And I

Am the arrow, 

The dew that flies

Suicidal, at one with the drive

Into the red 

Eye, the cauldron of morning.