
Direct as dawning, chill / And glowing, I / Know you in mind; but distant still. / Help me to spy / Your omnipresence; here ...
He buried the coin alone, down in a field, / As mothers bury stillbirths; partly shamed, / He cursed and grumbled as he dug and kneeled / Because a part of him lay dead, unnamed ...
With the boredom of the longest of days / I find myself in your presence / With the final plight of these pleasurable experiences / I find myself in your presence