Mère and Père Chose are walking away from theIn dense bare branches, or the ubiquitousAnd beyond, the same sound of beesThe surge of swirling wind definesXVI. Laying a Ghost: The Jeannette and the FramAt San Biagio, in the most intense roomAway from their profundity of surface.XVII. GreenlandGiven by nature will soak into it.and preening, dancing on the basepaths,At the white place of the road's vanishingOf the matter of snow here. Both of us have graspedBetween the high and the low, in this night.Thinking of your abiding spirit bringsDown the road, at Cypress Gardens, a womanXVIII. The Northeast and Northwest PassagesBefore those virile women!A salamander scuttles across the quietBut when, on the timepieces that we call