Ourania worked
Annular rings
From her lyre.
Sometimes she
Sings and can
Be heard in
Heartwood here.
She painted
Peace above
A battlefield.
Detail revealed it
Split stone and
Took away walls.
Nothing left
Except a telephone.
No one calls.
Cosmos is what We understand Of our universe and --compose nomenclature To converse in Its language of Nature-- what we live And do. "Give, Give," it says. "For that is all There is of you."