Now I will tell you a story. In the beginning there was a branch that fell through space. The branch was covered with blossoms. As the branch fell not a blossom moved. A man looked up. He made his hand a fist. The man stood still, and he looked upon a crowd. Now women circulate. As far as anyone can tell, there has always been that building, those offices, just before the river. Now the sun is a red dot. Now it is possible to view another world. We see white automobiles. We see lots

It is my ancestor again. He never stops leaning into the scene. He hangs there actually. He is a lamp. You feel all the dry seconds hurry to hide in the shade of a raised glass, behind birds in flight. You may hide your face with your hand. Light is moving down stairways. It is a story about heroes. No, it is a story about a single ancestor who stays always in the sky

Now we come to the fields. Now we come to see actors at the edge of a lake. Where the foot alters its reflection is a line. Now we follow earth to the horizon. Where the field meets evening is a line. A satellite will rise. I am thinking about how to construe a sentence, which is a wish. I am talking to hundreds of men, women

Now you have kept on walking away. In the story, a woman rings a bell. She says three words, “Shall I compare,” but we cannot hear the rest of what she’s saying. Meanwhile, work goes on. Boys are chasing each other around ruins. Above them, clouds have left the sky. Clouds have left the sky and descended to live as humans

Perhaps you are like me. You are waiting to see if you will learn something. It is worth it to you to seek out a monument in snow, to give away matches. When a man desires to see, is this or is this not like tying a knot, is this or is this not what he has seen. What I wish is for you to say the sentence. There, you see

Anyway, it is time. Now we can walk back up into the hills. The bird that falls into view is a kite. You want me to say something more about cities here, about nations and the arts they produce, but I am not talking. In the forest are crags and pines, places where years ago a man slept, silver moss and lichen. Yes, you strain to see the distance. Now when you strain to see the distance, what distance is there to be seen. This is what I’ve done