Let me read maybe one more of these poems.
Well this is called "The Minimum Visible."
Between the appearance of any two ideas, must set the clock.
Previously future events, a little way back behind moments.
The spirit of a hawk.
In the future, the case is altered.
Intelligent trees observing such a world,
the sapling grows smaller.
Gross observation, openly in full cry.
Successive acts in the direction of the arrow.
A short stretch already past.
Nothing in my direct experience.
What is wrong?
This kind of trap survives.
Taking or has taken place must be false, the narrow now.
Relived.
Take for granted may explode.
Less-- thrash the wings.
Urging two senses at once suppose.
I listen to a drum, a two-second glissando.
They have any bearing on our normal experience.
Recall the hounds.
Within interval of physical space,
the theory elusive, confounding pulsational.
Hold the pendulum.
Trail.
The hollow shaft of the feather.