Early One

         As the soon
         light's wasn'ting 
         n'ticed her lone grey
         way into where stones he'd, 
         Poem exmerged, easea-eyes
         primed,
         calcu
         liz'd firmly into
         the long-lost hum of
         paraclowned beach 
         at the font-edge of 
         recorded time. 
         Hinderly, a Missa Solemnis
         averged.  Soome remoote
         just tooed.  But regions
         of total hint 
         blistened
         ever more only
         entransically toward.