If the first hole is the first circle as far as the eye can see
is the first circle the first flame                         wet
as a door opens letting                                   light

in as a woman stands                                          up
right against the first                                               tree

showing the first great                                                 wind
that pushes the first narrow                                            sound
into something resembling a                                                   field

the way you might open a
book
just like a door which may lead
to a hall and everything speaking   here
or     lapsing     like fish re appearing.

 (Monique Wittig says when the day fades the trees are enormous)