"…
("Plotting the Change of World,"—How The Dead Count)
Of passage through form
Into generosity."
("Poem for Max and Others / Who Have Not Died in Brussels,"--- Dead’s Good Company)
of generosity, not tenet
of parsimony, a single gong rung / to one hammer
i in my eighteen year old bones
thought i could keep one whole, clear tone forever."
("Cities of Mathematics and Desire")