I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.

Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?