The still explosions on the rocks, br the lichens, grow br by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. br They have arranged br to meet the rings around the moon, although br within our memories they have not changed. br br And since the heavens will attend br as long on us, br you've been, dear friend, br precipitate and pragmatical; br and look what happens. For Time is br nothing if not amenable. br br The shooting stars in your black hair br in bright formation br are flocking where, br so straight, so soon? br --Come, let me wash it in this big tin basin, br battered and shiny like the moon.