I

So here we are.  Thieves stealing from thieves
in a society of complex spheres,
wondering what you should do.  And still
stars blown outside the eye's corner.

                  II

The babies are asleep in beautiful lines.
But your eye's circuit is so fast
we're no longer human.  In that other place
a dog is still wailing in the background.

                 III

She said, "That's what I said."  She said it.
"Desire isn't a form of sorrow," she said.
Around us wild metallic shimmering,
history, a subject, inside the sky.

                 IV

Inwards-and backwards, too.  The difficult
memory of a divisive memory, killing
the order of the day.  The state of the state
consumes the sublime ebony of the moon.

                 V

Ease up!  No, ease down.  You're right.
These days one must be especially careful.
The determined are constantly moving,
formed over gold, over darkening gold.