Ledger Domain

A morning's silver announces sky Speech bent the tree into a new posture My smile is becoming different from you. —becoming—and you crave an earlier affection Where was the silver becoming from? Who forgets that we dream—who forgets we dream The dark is near! That loss was dark; there that's darker! A page, we become *         *       * You read the page —you read this page Once upon a once there was a once and that once evaporated into air it was said it once was all over the sky then once came back and died You understood what I saw You understood everything —close the door now It knows where to be Here, can you explain? A light bulb replaced the silver *         *       * The page is silvery—almost as silver —announced a child— When it went to the town —it had changed When it became the town —it changed its shape Afterword said it didn't have its own way It didn't have a once in its life— a once and for all It took a wife . . . The end, the ending *         *       * Children ran from the tree Silver poured from the sky —in the garden birds bathed— bathing in the garden birds sang It was dizzy in the air and rosy on the wind Once once came along and spoke to the bride It thought the wood enchanted Afterword said it was empty Afterword came too and spoke to the groom It thought the world was wide Afterword said it was narrow *         *       * Syntax bent the child —playing on the page Speech—be quiet! To see you reflected in the smudged window now. Night reminds one of fingerprints— unlike a face —in its orbit Tips of hair sweep by like fronds —"just like fronds!"—you exclaim —show me the fronds if you please *         *       * Becoming a tree —the children . . . Becoming a page —the birds in unison From here to the nervous system—A body sang Suspended above the page Above the total mass of trees Willows bend to console the child From here to . . . —a lovely thing— Becoming a tree *         *       * Let us return to speech— Silver morning—bent to break —syntax Up there on a stage Children carry silver leaves —carry birds on their heads You fasten me with your songs The Fables say— where a page is a page and a tree tree I used to be a book Now I am a book All the endings say All the dreams say All the children say *         *       * Once upon a once there was a once and that once evaporated into air it was said it once was all over the sky then once came back and died It was said— my smile is becoming a page —becoming an adventure It sang— my smile is what the children say