(as far as)
well,,, past the end
tunnels begin like
lungs in cannons or

(rosies)
fell,,,the years'
theories like wingless
bees born

(in heaven) or
hell,,,swelling like a
rose sent
from the gardens
of memories
untilled...we

(are concerned)
bell,,,worried earth of worth
we'll shape time sublime
into the only ovarydeeply
grown
alone

bell bell bell
weeping like
its ring around

(as far as
numbered sound
or ashy rose
goes)