The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved

Pain Wanders Through My Bones Like A Lost Fire

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

I Have Come To A Still, But Not A Deep Center, A Point Outside The Glittering Current; My Eyes Stare At The Bottom Of A River, At The Irregular Stones, Iridescent Sandgrains, My Mind Moves In More Than One Place, In A Country Half-land, Half-water. I Am Renewed By Death, Thought Of My Death, The Dry Scent Of A Dying Garden In September, The Wind Fanning The Ash Of A Low Fire. What I Love Is Near At Hand, Always, In Earth And Air.

The Living All Assemble! What's The Cue?-- Do What The Clumsy Partner Wants To Do!

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.