#16 1969
immaculate
here on earth hung in the waste
in the meaningless velvet taste
in the waist of the star belt
in her subtle warmth gazed at
unutterably vast desolation impossible
empty, vehicular to cohort energy
immutable
here is a miracle
in this world prism translated
light is animals each starspecks
multitudes whirling thronging against ganging
the inside darkness and every where
the silence
here is a greater miracle
christ
dealing death several aces
bridging nothing with a nothing span
starstruck sea and zeroed
opened his mouth
and immaculate a word spoke out