I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness

since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid

What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

The mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things.

And the coolness of your smile is stirringofbirds between my arms

The only man, woman, or child who wrote a simple declarative sentence with seven grammatical errors "is dead."

The eyes of my eyes are opened.