Explorer

I fear dispersal but the resounding really sounds may be full of echo

or echolocation for the next round

Eye rowed in the guest book of God my many sacred tongues

body and bow

Fingers spell now all the spaces I open

You now verse now open oh pen

Cacti quiver for a century

In the desert I swam myself earthword to know

No time on earth and no breath no dearth

Hollowed out into architecture eternal

Who argues with rhyme or snow

Who knows the space in your here

The space in the storm so finely bowed

The space in snow no one nears