CONJUNCTIONS:1 Fall 1981
Cid Corman
And if you
had never
been? Is
it very different
from this?
You have to
understand
where I am
The cry of
any ghost
to any.
Out of what seemed
like nothing last
winter these
red berries.
Or is it the
nothing made real?
Up to my ears
in silence
over my head
in stars. How
each breath comes as
a bubble.
Born
breath
into it
go.
Know what you
know.
Hunger for
death.
Eat.