Here contains seventeen thousand eight hundred nineteen blades of grass,
the tree and its cacophony of shadows,
one crow
for scratching worms and glorying in agglutative silences
how bizarre, everything is of a different height-
and the seelie courts of the sunken sea,
dancing on boundaries of timothy waves
festoonings of slumber and crystalline caves
and a piano plays
from the interior of the houses inscribed on either side