what, gossip
of Cibola,
overarch,
what rout
antiquity,
what sphinx,
which symbol
flown
erode the wind
& goes
the sibyl o’er
Poetry
what, gossip
of Cibola,
overarch,
what rout
antiquity,
what sphinx,
which symbol
flown
erode the wind
& goes
the sibyl o’er
x many oxen
– one box
of new axles=
perplexity,
no axiom
reflex
as exercise
of pickaxe,
one sore text
as the next
woke up Texas
or so obscure
the hazards
that lie
either side
former a,
other b,
simple to;
more the sea
misalign
than a fault
this old map
any eye
as caliper
calculate
& separate,
as calendar
annotate
& underscore,
as map, apply
& pencil in
rtes. detour’d
& new ravines
experience mold
the perfect bowl
and it holds
if it glow
remembered gold
or its own
still and slow
grown older
strange its roll
the well-known road
tolling goalless