Love Hymn 7
No, oh no, the phase is not its tendency.
No, oh no, absolute it is, of the moment and of the eclipse.
No, oh no, it’s not revolving
its circumambience and sojourn move into the motionlessness
The nether land?
No, oh no, it’s deep but transparent
the darkness is not its characteristic
No, oh no, it’s such an element as can never stand the horizon
No, oh no, was its body ever composed of milk or brine? ...