Excerpt from

The World at Large

Bits are the same continuing
relations and affections.
They are the same as the

same one.

From the littoral
inland at Cape Hold with Hope,

each bit spans as time
itself does on its way to the sun's
going out forever,

each whiles away entrained as

air, ice, rock or water, the belt of land
tall, for the most part, troughed,
its tables, deltas and moraines

legato with the syn- and anticline, the banded flaring
promontory walls.

(c) The University of Chicago Press, 1996