And from your shapeless frame a house agapenThought I was on the staircasenSuch a height misled my gazenSuch a downward spin againnTurned your room a mothernI should rest into the blossom of your hairnGood to carve on me the mark of letter “A”nTo refine the Holy ghost and save another agenThere were trees of twinkling pallornThrough the vaporsnGazing screens or panes nI puzzle for a second the big dippernLord, I feed you with my eyesnSwallow me as nights eat powdernFrom the tables, leave me cleannUnborn and stuck by meteorsn(By these sheets)