Where am I

Where am I

today?

The dangers, all,

with their appliance,

hickishly gamey,

pitchfork-high

the heavensfallow hoisted,

the losses, chalkmouthed—you

upright mouths, you tables!—

in the disangled town,

harnessed to glimmerhackneys,

—goldtrace, counterheaved

goldtrace!—,

the bridges, overjoyed by the stream,

love, up there in the branch,

niggling at the coming-escaping

the Great Light

elevated to a spark,

on the right of the rings

and all gain.