no maybe the ugliest hours shouldn't host

miracles but still they go on hosting for example

this all happened while i was fumbling around

in the unnatural morning like a nocturnal

animal and you don't have to believe me

i wouldn't believe me but on the way home

the seagulls were laughing like kids

and i tipped my head to the day-moon which hung

translucent with a projection's non-reality against

a sky so blue my teeth chattered and when i lay

face down beside the brook i swore

the earth flexed against my belly a degree

of a degree of a degree of a degree of a

crucial degree