It is scribbled along the body br Impossible even to say a word br br An alphabet has been stored beneath the ground br It is a practice alphabet, work of the hand br br Yet not, not marks inside a box br For example, this is a mirror box br br Spinoza designed such a box br and called it the Eighth Sky br br called it the Nevercadabra House br as a joke br br Yet not, not so much a joke br not Notes for Electronic Harp br br on a day free of sounds br (but I meant to write "clouds") br br At night these same boulevards fill with snow br Lancers and dancers pass a poisoned syringe, br br as you wrote, writing of death in the snow, br Patroclus and a Pharaoh on Rue Ravignan br br It is scribbled across each body br Impossible even to name a word br br Look, you would say, how the sky falls br at first gently, then not at all br br Two chemicals within the firefly are the cause br Twin ships, twin nemeses br br preparing to metamorphose br into an alphabet in stone br br br St.