some cold
early mornings! when
I've thought
in the dark—that
I might
only know
how to love
the unlimited—
touch
and smell
and sight—of such
coarse!
and corn-
stenchy
brownness!—
that's
somehow
instantiated—down there, some-
where,
spread vaguely across
the endless-
ly ill-
defined
top—
of its dog.
