Losing infinity I saved up for immediacy. Every hour I put a penny in to see the cornflower open its eye or to hear the thunder mutter proto- names. I borrowed the pennies from the eyelids of dead sailors and paid back in summer stars I could actually name Deneb Altair Vega. Great triangles swept the night sky defining seasons: our myths were getting old we needed new ones so we turned to our dreams for a fresh supply. Everything is naming and everyone is named. By the time we discover the inside of a name it’s like splitting the red coat of a bean. You were luscious then in the light. I tasted you. Was it apple pear peach mango?The fruits danced one into another till the letters blurred in our names. The thunder growled the lightning split the huge sky.