It sifts from Leaden 
sieves 
It powders all the Wood 
It fills with Alabaster 
Wool
The wrinkles of the 
Road –
It scatters like 
the Birds 
Condenses like a Flock 
Like Juggler’s Flowers 
situates
Opon a Baseless Arc –
It traverses – yet halts –
Disperses, while it stays 
Then curls itself in 

 ¦

Capricorn 
Denying that it was –