Elise Asher
CONCEPTION
All's within the ebb and flow,
The swish ahead and backward pull
closed in a curve:
The swollenest dream can't bulge beyond
the circular realm.
All's within, and old old;
In the elephant'S blink the possible elf
Sprung from the hot bloods of natural things
filling the magnitude
of a head's hunger,
Is spewed like a fallen star
Whose name is inspiration
Whose name is nonsense
Whose name is innocence
Whose name is imagination.
Beneath the stretching firmament,
From the first melted moments
all the way to here
The circulating
air
exchanges
and rearranges;
And out of this ever capricious breeze
The autocratic child in man
Selects the grace notes to be joined
Into those sillgular melodies
that suit his own
astonishment.
SONG OF NAMES
Names names
Rise from grass so crassly green
As to rouse the thoroughly housed
