Welcome Ruby

Whosoever would draw their mind from a child and call it dangerously impulsive may have wisdom
as a creature he can wear
as a shirt, but also shame, lessness of dimension in the skin muscular
from hair
and bones, and though the child is not a repetition, is always
brand new, a kid, as in a goat, what
leaps
without climbing to see, the escarpment, impossible as cliffs not risen but imagined, it tends to happen, someone
so positive with himself against what would be or wouldn't he calls down women, dresses them, in his
habits of is labeled art, with an 'h' and an 'e', the masculine silliness of pronoun, and then disappearing
beneath shade that vomits long before they ever coughed out, sycamore and beech and birch and visionary
accident made flesh, Ruby, little conjunction new to the involuntary creativity that breathes, has parents,
Erin and Claude, hawthorn in tincture, two drops, health and spy from complex breech of removal, last
night's this morning, the box made of boards bumping together in shape of a thoroughly anti-
eternal unplanned
square, higher than looking through branches of backyard ash, not the kind that falls the
sort that rises, short, cloud from mouth, sky from kite, cumulus from strato and the young without
an adulthood to go back to run around in, having used all four arms and no legs, to climb it.