Out of life’s billowing dust:

Out of life’s billowing dust:
Wings life’s transient –flower.
The butterfly, diligently,
For a day—without hour!

…Songs soar; batons leap…
The world and the wind:
At one; with its orchestra’
Dances on; air and water.

Loves wing, readied.
Into each living, palm
Times white-arrow
Has flown; its course.

Into the gaping heart!
Into the heart of a white shark
Into the heart of a dark hawk
Into a charging, black- horse.