All manner of thing

“The least thing shall not be forgotten.”— Julian of Norwich

Breathe in, see Cosmos.

Hambone wears Cosmos like a shirt, buttoned tight tothe neck, well-fitting shoes, armor. In black soil, heplants the hazelnut. From it: every thing, all, everychoosing, all celestial bodies, every atom, grass,heartbeat, yearning.

One-Cent empties, opens.

Grace, GirlJane seeks, in the organ tone that echoes,echoes the ceiling mural, a flash of raptors. Cosmos,ordinary as meat and salad, toe-nail parings, aspirin,fire circle smoke, good acts, good touch, good words.

Body knows Cosmos, like a twin. Good is. Every thingin tune, all melody. Dance the air. The still point —Child of the Century hears the still small voice. Everything to all, all is every thing.

Joy in three degrees, pain passing amid breathing. Painof blood, pain of heart, hardest. All suffer, every one.One of every thing, Cosmos. Each creature and every.Cosmos is.

Sin necessary.

Denmark Jones feels no blame. The outcast embraced.Pry open the Cosmos to the hazelnut. Closed withinthree words. Lucy searches for every thing, seeking isfinding beyond the grit of logic.

Every thing well in the Cosmos. Faith is. Secret withoutanswers. All is full in the Cosmos. The black and theplanets and the stars, just. Freedom, GirlJane found.Each and all miraculous, mysterious. Each flaw, perfect.

Hambone’s fall, joyful pain. The grace of the Cosmos.Child of the Century: Yearning for all. Cosmos, pleasant,terrible.

Lucy walks the rhythm of all.

All is large with every thing. Darkness not dwelling. Letall pray, soaked in wonder, the song. Drink down theCosmos. GirlJane shown all. Nothing between all andevery thing. The duty to embrace surprise. No anger inthe Cosmos pulse.

Fail fall full.

The grace of all, endless lines beyond the horizon. Thearchangels of the Cosmos are every thing. A garden ofCosmos. Parent, child, spouse — all. More and less andevery thing. Lucy present at the mingling. No start to all.

In and through all. Cosmos is fidelity and wisdom.Lincoln Scarlet, Cosmos stone. Through eros, Cosmos.Through appetite, Cosmos. Through dirt, root, bark.

All and every thing before the great blast. Sensing alland every thing, Hambone. The grace of stars, planets,black.

All well.

Lucy, born into the wait for birth. Knit into Cosmos,knit into meager atom. GirlJane is father, daughter,spouse to Cosmos, face of all and every thing. DenmarkJones, born a galaxy. The hazelnut, Cosmos seed.

Over-arching compassion, Cosmos. This is Cosmos: stilland bang. Goose and goslings, Cosmos. Cosmos, childand all and every thing. Stone and rock, lightning. InChild of the Century, all who breathe and have and will.

Music of lines connecting all and every thing. Fire andice, Cosmos. The energy of ground, roots. We mingleall and every thing.

One-Cent, a city larger than sea and land. Tempest andache, breathing. Weight of breathing, Cosmos. All isignorance, wisdom is every thing. Forgive, Cosmos. Noplanet refuses its sun.

Fear is moonscape shadow, broken with light. All isdrunk with every thing. Cosmos flows and holds still.Creates. Lines like roots from here to the edge of all.The dignity of Cosmos. Each beach pebble, an archangel.All in the still point and every thing. All in light andevery thing. All is sin and saint, hard and soft, greengrowth. The showing of Cosmos.

Deep Cosmos, black fabric, a moment’s glimpse. Theshowing of Cosmos, wonder and awe.

Well and right.