I sleep under the sign
of the twisted branch;
in the morning I walk
on frost-bitten grass
under a half-ghost moon.

Thus, I continue my dive
into the ether; beyond
I see the cells of the stars
& Saturn's orbit.
Then, shadows on the balcony.

These are the signs
of a missing leaf,
of an honorable wind
or a lost handkerchief.

And tell me, how
do you diagram the aspect
of a hollow heart
or of one too full?