Teach teach learn and yearn to burn

There are netherplaces where the feather-
graces grouse at the woodcock, shuttle-
cocking between the holes in the net. 
Leather yourself a little. There is a skin
on skin kind of feeling and you can feel
it without feeling it. Sit tight and light 
your shelf on fire. The books will burn
in your earnings, turn over in your
inflammation, gird you for the tides
that will rise and suffer the sizzle
of all that fire-wild water-under.