And What Importance Do I Have In

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

Pale Blind Diver, Luckless Slinger, Lost Discoverer, In You Everything Sank!

As If You Were On Fire From Within. The Moon Lives In The Lining Of Your Skin.

There's A Country Spread Out In The Sky, A Credulous Carpet Of Rainbows And Crepuscular Plants: I Move Toward It Just A Bit Haggardly, Trampling A Gravedigger's Rubble Still Moist From The Spade To Dream In A Bedlam Of Vegetables.

In The House Of Poetry Nothing Endures That Is Not Written With Blood To Be Heard With Blood.