Sonnets—Actualities IX

let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                   a stream
does,the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-water pursues the angry dream
of the shore.   By midnight,
                            a moon
scratches the skin of the organised hills

an edged nothing begins to prune

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                     because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you
I occasionally feel vague how
vague i don’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall