All night I flew the dark recess of God’s mind.
It was arranged like Iowa fields—
not a damn thing missing.
You ask how I survived.
I lived on a message, broad light
at the end of the world.
Words, they have so much in common with departure,
the clouds elliptical & nervous.
Why translate? It’s just a revolving door.
“Chill wind” has seven
components. One is loss.