Take any word and cast it / too far into meta- / phor; it snaps, loses / its first meaning becomes / a sound, like the figures in dreams / souling together meaning / and craziness into new / creations: Now this girl is / a tree, a spider, a vesperite. Like / we exist for the gods / to form and reform / at whim. Or this old / couple who seem content knowing nothing / takes one form for long and / therefore praise everything / as if each had a soul. Some gods / show up dressed / as if poor; the pair / serve dinner. Bums are just / children after several meta- / morphoses. Therefore, their home becomes / a temple; they’re granted / to remain together / always, and one day / die simultaneously, becoming two / trees with entwined roots / and branches, a circle, an image. In this world / they are always one / soul; only in the one / they came from, soul / is restless, turns her- / self into a verb: Trans- / form is the word with / which your language dreams / to capture her, hold her for- / ever.