White-Binder Poems  

Cycles/
   cycles within cycles/
great hoops of information/
meaningful motions upward and
    outward/
connections in all direction.


birds!
yellow moons in daylight!
jets dreamed  a thousand years ago
along some rocky cliff.

Radiant circles looking for faces,
  Boyhood faces in a field of sticks/
young manhood famous in a crowd of the mad
      already 20 years,
a horrific 20 years;
one space of a generation
a single glance
a blink of an eye.

Cycles through the infinite jest/
long memories that grow teeth.