the words weren’t mine

made up this time as gold and ivory
become more than I could ever hope for
bountiful presences breakneck crashing
about the out of the blue heavy sky
from here to compass an immensity
uninhabitable by any one
under the moons unregenerate yet
some fetched splendour tries to get around you
who rolls a different world up to a mouth
so dry and agape at itself centred
quiet in the shadow of another
bright side shown by a stranger light diffuse
in the turning move all heaven to hear
a next word in the echoing places