1914 Iv: The Dead

the years did to him like they had to wines a calmness, mellowness -submissions to the divine tempests, victory and loss- they poured a shade onto him like amber - leaves that return a million years to shine like miracles the halo round the buddha circled the realms for answers to every breath, every consciousness before crowning him with triumph every year of study of the sutras brings new understanding, new awakenings, a clearer sky the manner vintage wine surprises (greets) the tongue every new spring