Restore the rug, pulled, from schemes
Of the mortal dream. The boundless
Satchel of somewhat place, some
Might place in psalms to pulse a seen.
Soma, steamed, to sew more steam
Of sober moans that call out cracks in
Jected hollow screens, ridge the plate
Of all in space, to rib the waves where
Needles trace through sigh lent
Passing thoughts that prate for
Knowledges anchor swing.