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.