In the footsteps of the walking air br Sky's prophetic chickens weave their cloth of awe br And hillsides lift green wings in somber journeying. br br Night in his soft haste bumps on the shoulders of the abyss br And a single drop of dark blood covers the earth. br br Now is the China of the spirit at walking br In my reaches. br A sable organ sounds in my gathered will br And love's inscrutable skeleton sings. br br My seeing moves under a vegetable shroud br And dead forests stand where once Mary stood. br br Sullen stone dogs wait in the groves of water ... br Though the wanderer drown, his welfare is as a fire br That burns at the bottom of the sea, warming br Unknown roads for sleep to walk upon.