The mass is made of glyphs.
The glyphs bore through air or earth,
never through fire or water.
The glyphs conceal fire or water,
never air or earth.
The poet, with the hammer of his hands,
upon the forge of his chest,
will beat the mass until the laymen say:
That is a form that admits nourishment,
a bowl, a jar, a chalice…
We Are Wellspring, p. 47