They hatch at dawn. I push them bac...

They hatch at dawn. I push them back Into my eyelid's shelter, mutable swarm single shape almost instantly disappears Among others, black the sames and striped ones, In a well near a building's foundation the same empties a bucket on the outside the window And tears turn about out onto the road undivided is gravely bent toward the inaudible Voice of a hand-cranked phonograph Another lifts her veil of hair And twists it in a bird's nest at her nape Before beginning the day's ritual Goddes of life, beloved vestal! Beneath the arrows of the sunshine I Fix her, nail her to the center of my thirst Emigrant of a wordless