14,088. FOR THIS WE COME, THE FOURTH OF MAY

FOR THIS WE COME, 

THE FOURTH OF MAY 

Let me understand what I'm standing under:

Is this not the arc of Heaven's wheel? Where

I go I will know no more, for it passeth the

gates of all understanding. Here in the sun

of black midnight, some fan-jet runs over

the sky. I hear it, but - like so much else -

I can not see 

a thing.