"I am not sure about meaning but understand the wave..."

...I come with my asymmetries,
my untutored imagination.

Heathenish,

my homespun vision
sponsored by the winter sky.

Then someone said nether,
someone whirr.

And if I say the words
will you know them?

Is there world?
Are they still calling it that?

--- excerpt from Bardo by Peter Gizzi
     Threshold Songs, 2011