Mountains, a moment's earth-waves rising and hollowing; the br earth too's an ephemerid; the stars- br Short-lived as grass the stars quicken in the nebula and dry in their br summer, they spiral br Blind up space, scattered black seeds of a future; nothing lives br long, the whole sky's br Recurrences tick the seconds of the hours of the ages of the gulf br before birth, and the gulf br After death is like dated: to labor eighty years in a notch of br eternity is nothing too tiresome, br Enormous repose after, enormous repose before, the flash of br activity. br Surely you never have dreamed the incredible depths were prologue br and epilogue merely br To the surface play in the sun, the instant of life, what is called br life? I fancy br That silence is the thing, this noise a found word for it; interjection, br a jump of the breath at that silence; br Stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding treasure br says 'Ah!' but the treasure's the essence; br Before the man spoke it was there, and after he has spoken he br gathers it, inexhaustible treasure.