Rest In Love

In evening thee dusk Stipples with lights. Long Shore gathers darkness In on Itself And goes cold.from lap of Silence all tide crest's Pivotal immensity lifs Into The Land Snow on Island, Rare on the coast of much love Snow on point lobos falling All Night filling creeks and a Back Country the strangely Beautiful setting of death Thee Poet Is dead O" know? The pen, splintered on sheer Excesses of vision, unfingered Falls His Soul crookt Hand Cold as a step lets It go down Now rising neverthaless flexed Incestuous gracefuly Restlessness now Night closes All dark's negatory Decentralization quivers Resting In Love thou peace.