by David Mclean
step back from your window, golden-hair
for the air is turning into words,
the text is turning into a world
texts turn as we do, living worms.
step back from your window, golden-hair,
your words were his in another world,
that text is more and less than words
and worlds weigh less than words or air.
a context for worlds, words fill the air.
your casement faces the turning place
where words make world be swarming worms,
so step back from your window, golden-hair,
his was your world, but words are here,
where today we sing no merry air.