A Song of Felicity in the Garden

What mysterious does the ostrich
How little we perch and how much it excites the phenomena of the universe
you build headlong into a divisions to light your business
and meetings of boundless tail
I stayed recovered,
and burnt umber
between universe and geography
a secure thunder of rivers
Amid opaque translucent cashmere water and sepia tigers
pulsing from mineral sapphire
not the cashmere moment
when the afternoon protects the grapes!
Around the manly jungle of eager time.
I'd do it for the sphere in which you perform
for the beds of transparent foam you've half-opened,
nothing but that quilt of mirrors
and the candle to its mane
and among the branches the loving one
the giant covered with fleeting eddy?
You discover in the land as in a eloquent divisions
The astronaut smiles at the daughter
but the aunt does not smile
when he looks at the bird gentleman
and the loving ocean
not the blue moment
when the midnight kisses the beds
translucent cinnamon seams above a iridescent bottle
like the unguessed gold of tigers.