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 to
the neck, well-fitting shoes, armor. In black soil, he
plants the hazelnut. From it: every thing, all, every
choosing, 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 thing
in tune, all melody. Dance the air. The still point —
Child of the Century hears the still small voice. Every
thing to all, all is every thing.

Joy in three degrees, pain passing amid breathing. Pain
of 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 within
three words. Lucy searches for every thing, seeking is
finding beyond the grit of logic.

Every thing well in the Cosmos. Faith is. Secret without
answers. All is full in the Cosmos. The black and the
planets 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. Let
all pray, soaked in wonder, the song. Drink down the
Cosmos. GirlJane shown all. Nothing between all and
every thing. The duty to embrace surprise. No anger in
the Cosmos pulse.

Fail fall full.

The grace of all, endless lines beyond the horizon. The
archangels of the Cosmos are every thing. A garden of
Cosmos. Parent, child, spouse — all. More and less and
every 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 all
and 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. Denmark
Jones, born a galaxy. The hazelnut, Cosmos seed.

Over-arching compassion, Cosmos. This is Cosmos: still
and bang. Goose and goslings, Cosmos. Cosmos, child
and all and every thing. Stone and rock, lightning. In
Child of the Century, all who breathe and have and will.

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

One-Cent, a city larger than sea and land. Tempest and
ache, breathing. Weight of breathing, Cosmos. All is
ignorance, wisdom is every thing. Forgive, Cosmos. No
planet refuses its sun.

Fear is moonscape shadow, broken with light. All is
drunk 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 and
every thing. All is sin and saint, hard and soft, green
growth. The showing of Cosmos.

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

Well and right.