Utilizing the new wheel

1.

When the poem stops

In the depth of its tracks

But the track of Jupiter is full-

Bodied, and the clear

Northeastern sky exhales its contents,

The poem’s resuscitated.

Mouth of Earth moves

To Jupiter’s mouth, — lips
Like a drop of star !

2.

The deep exhibition sweeps

Above the city farther than the neck bends

Backward in its bones.

Tonight it's the measurement of light

Which sets the distance the eye can see.

If it all ends now I'd be

The first in the world to know.