Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
Wake the happy words.
I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.
May my silences become more accurate.
I learned not to fear infinity, The far field, the windy cliffs of forever, The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow, The wheel turning away from itself, The sprawl of the wave, The on-coming water.