Who chases the myth while drenched in the blood of the primordial hunt? Who has placed a hyphen between Sky and I to sense the aura of a blue atmosphere as a newer skin? Who will concentrate all language into one singular word that falls heavy as a meteorite into the sands of nocturnal desert? Who will endlessly double the depth of one earth suspended in the night? Who will reduce consciousness to a milligram of image? Who has made a door from odor through which memory walks out into open land? Who will unearth mankind and root childhood back in the curl of a cloud? Who will find this poem hidden from the glare of knowledge waiting in the shadows of their touch?