Sew orange thread across my eyes,
Sew orange thread across my eyes,
I will dissolve
Without you.
Give the doctor metal forceps,
What womb
Does not hold large mischief?
Shovel up the stonecrop
Wounds in your two palms
Plant the trumpet on the cupola
Split the ribs on the white goat
One hoof to the north, one to the
east.
Blanket the fish with pitted cherries
In the green willow reunion
Cast your eye to the south:
We are learned by half, then two.
Stephen Vincent
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