Tilt the placeless waver of this moving 
over the wanton waters—spiral storm 
hates the harmonies the days conform, 
orage orgueil, an intenser proving 

lashing its vassals, a form of loving. 
Dolor, choler, how the moods deform 
this ruse of light red rudiments perform— 
horse and horse, fox fox, fast flick and fauving, 

emblems in their leap and scrap, the livid nerving 
worlds consume, design, and name a grieving. 
Your impenitent animal: sky-pelt, 

net and gnaw, and claw and fleet and swerving; 
day’s raw quiddities that roar a leaving; 
eye-gold arrows, pierce-pulse; a failing felt.