Beautiful this morning, no myth felt lacking, and honey in the mouth without sin. --- Beautiful this morning or another possible, this life or some other invention, lived in the clear...

Dampness of sand clings to the feet.
I swallow the wave that swallows me in.
Valves, thoughts curving, light shimmer
blue
            complete
over forms that keep.

Beautiful 
the body's passage, its fusion
into the even body of the world.

I wish to sing.
But so total,
I control it,
replete...