snow
from all sides beautiful

capable, as it falls, of more than a thousand million computations with sliding 
         decimal per second

on the ground
makes blackbirds
blacker, and robins red

sometimes the wind makes it rise again

light of snow light of day light of night
light of night by day

I’ve never known
each is in its freedom huge, in its prison

schnee
void lamp
von allen seiten schön
Degas shouted not to shout

swon
my

snow female snow male same sweat tears urine

I leaned my gigantic hand up against her body

when melting
there’s a moment when there’s nothing left in the field
but a small monotype
the most pubis in the world
pretty