Declarations (7-10)

7

I am still, my look pierced my parachutes. I am the
swallow of your eyes on that and this. I am the
shadow that savors and showers. I have stars,
perfect acorns. I had to inhale to my love, if I was
and I make that. I have and I call there. I am all
quiet. I enjoy my still home.



8

I, alone, do no other thing, this language which
pulses my hide. I have a lips' needs in me. I call
words: glory words, love's words. I call them home. I
have language and firestart in it. I carry. I capture a
loving. I spring like myself. I also light this contact. I
feel the emotion. I feel there is red.



9

I have sky — it was conglomerates of desert, the
plainest. I have telling that end in arms, in in seeing.
I have seeing and I feel there. I rush and, seeking,
am lofty. I can catch wakes of prayers. I exorcised
words. I contact, not easy. I have telegrams. I was
as conducted.



10

I enjoy mid-air in August. I'm into heightening, if the
height was new. I'm in that — the sky. I, having
pools, do what was neither. I watch little light. I can
take white. I am the not end, the Milky Way first. I do
not seize, my soot takes nobody. I am a little door,
depths of a gave.




[Context for these poems, along with the first three in the sequence, can be found here. The comments for that post include an exhaustive list of sources. Parts four through six are here.]