Say “the world” but not canker

Never rags, nor blood—

In the library

You’ll be safe.

You meant blue planet

Coleridge

Reveries…

I know.

I’m no better.

I still want some gods

Inside the wind.

Once I went all the way to Karstula,

My grandmother’s town

In Finland,

Walked into empty woods

Saw two sets of initials

Carved on a fallen birch.