Salt Silver Oxygen

The flying horse carries me across the sky Triumvirate swallows make our breath Can we grow a sun A water run The Great White Water? Every slum an ox inside it Sweet crevice for miniature flies? Dancing with her casket Christ becomes wife The easy dust is dancing, too It splits the waterside in two Elect the Salt Mother For She's a Selective Christ Punch her ghost! For shore she'll sigh And watch the window gifts rise