Part II

42°N 17′ 20.09″ / 71°W 15′ 02.32″

The cloud quarters a vermilion land. Delicious delay, decay obliged at the mineral hill.

Void of timber, confident belief in insufficient proofs. Beheld by a signal at the party
horses join us from water-star
sighed and some clothes

in the way with the black hair turned back up over necks. You speak a promising pursuit: rose.

In lengths: ringing bells.

What to think about what. In the evening, late, this fall, I take a vocabulary in bottles of rain to the lake dug into our beds.

Small animals: great silences rise and scatter.


30°N 32′ 1.77″ / 87°W 15′ 37.19″

Some broken country not worth mentioning without your stiff breeze to bless its narrow channel. Not so salt, some teeth. Opposite these joints, separate colors from skin.

A bending bird fallen into our baggage set about mending our clothes. For the want of night this morning transfers a part near ours. Leaf’s roughness unbranched, amusing to the tongue.

I devote this day to dispersing our collected manners in deep ravines. These secret’s small kind, green in fine order, fed to the barking pouch of spring.


38°N 53′ 46.66″ / 77°W 02′ 40.17″

Remains in the delicate parts. Fire tambourines after all that had been cleared, a way. We determine

in rain against sun, in hands kept strong all night. No sleep invited into.

Moonflowers. Hands painted into mirrors.