All night I flew the dark recess of God's mind.

    It was arranged like Iowa fields——

    not a damn thing missing.

    You ask how I survived.

    I lived on a message， broad light

    at the end of the world.

    Words， they have so much in common with departure，

    the clouds elliptical & nervous.

    Why translate？ It's just a revolving door.

    "Chill wind" has seven

    components. One is loss.