Hail-spurting sky sun
splashing off persimmons left
in the quit garden
of the quit house The realtor's swaying name
against this cloudheap this
I would so help me tell you if I could
how some great teacher
came to my side and said:
Let's go down into the underworld
--the earth already crazed
Let me take your hand
--but who would that be?
already trembling on the broken crust
who would I trust?
I become the default derailed memory-raided
teacher I never had I lead and I follow