Sonnets—Actualities IV

utterly and amusingly i am pash
possibly because
                .dusk and if it
perhaps drea-mingly Is(not-
quite trees hugging with the rash,
coherant light
              )only to trace with
stiffening slow shrill eyes beyond a fit-
and-cling of stuffs the alert willing myth
of body,which will make oddly to strut
my indolent priceless smile,
                            until
this very frail enormous star(do you see
it?)and this shall dance upon the nude
and final silence and shall the
(i do but touch you)timid lewd
moon plunge skilfully into the hill.