Get enough of each side of the moon
Separated by fibrous threads
Of exposed
Central nervous system,
And the marrow caves
Have the same worth as the outside
Muscles that are closer to the money
Where the third dimension, the inhale-
Devil, opens in between your eyes,
Touched, of course, by the expanding
Christ-syllable where they meet, a window,
Facing south; harmony itself is being
Flooded by liquid gold mistook
As a sunrise. The eastern high ground shore
I had to reach, lapped by gold,
Is when exhaling is my most violent act,
And also not outside of me;
Three dimension tension
Of the sentence-beam released,
The vibrating sound-line
That sprouted
