Brandon Downing, p.1
INTRODUCTION
“…some wondrous treasure has now borne itself in ambulance,
easy-riding, itself into news and shelves and ordinary people
Who just whisper out in tomb songs and white shoes,
Who do not wear coat and tie and seem, instead, a Mystery,
Hanging as heavy onto a place as mystery ever can,
Hanging onto the place, much as William did. These everlasting,
These maw artifacts, who fall… their fluffy hemorrhages… the hairy
Flames…”
“…some wondrous treasure has now borne itself in ambulance,
easy-riding, itself into news and shelves and ordinary people
Who just whisper out in tomb songs and white shoes,
Who do not wear coat and tie and seem, instead, a Mystery,
Hanging as heavy onto a place as mystery ever can,
Hanging onto the place, much as William did. These everlasting,
These maw artifacts, who fall… their fluffy hemorrhages… the hairy
Flames…”