Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned

There Is A Voice That Doesn’t Use Words. Listen.

Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is Going To Set. During These Brief Days That You Have Strength, Be Quick And Spare No Effort Of Your Wings

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

Last Night You Left Me And Slept Your Own Deep Sleep. Tonight You Turn And Turn. I Say, 'you And I Will Be Together Till The Universe Dissolves.' You Mumble Back Things You Thought Of When You Were Drunk.

Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held.