The family was uncertain--wind with sand,
within the staid breath, shuddering
a flame flares then falls like a shield before a cup of spirits.
A complex comes up to a desert; a fine c.
Add water from an amphora.
Someone summoned as by ship. Division Two
up for the ashes. The ashes had their time
by the flame. I cannot speak of pure carbon
only what is bound here to be burned again. A cup
of spirits convinces one to sell their dearest treasure
for sight then for gold then for wine then for more time.
What fox, this soul thief, shifting fur
and see the dough creep.
Guile in a hard landscape.
What family remains composed the jar,
a Lot. A cock with hens. A Lot.
If the father is uncertain,
possibly cuckoo, do you
blame the daughter who turned into water
to summon a ship?
Separation: takes these creatures from their storage,
takes these girls from being creatures.
There is no one who can say, you are mine.
For me you were made.
He turns into a millstone who says that is so.
He loses his treasure, his anchor and his soul.
- Ish Klein
