All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind

My Age Fallen Away Like White Swaddling Floats In The Middle Distance, Becomes An Inhabited Cloud.

Here No Elsewhere Underwrites My Existence.

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

I Have Wished You Something None Of The Others Would.

Give Me A Thrill, Says The Reader, Give Me A Kick; I Don't Care How You Succeed, Or What Subject You Pick.