You yourself are already visited by something like skyglow:
and the image perhaps
has become real for all:
independent of all:
is this not the unseen flame of poverty
in the noiseless wind:
of the shortlived features? –
or possibility of the perilous it is:
in faces illumined –
as if waiting
to be opened:
like those who guard something? –
or – with un-clear incandescence (as if staring with a kind of vision of unhurried illness):
everywhere – unseen – illuminating all:
the ultimate it
of the Fire-Word:
which long ago seized
the very places of our thoughts? –
has it everywhere as in a noiseless wind:
without word without spirit:
itself come into being?
1967