And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains,

Thumbs Grow Into My Throat. I Wear Slaps Like A Spot Of Rouge.

All The Oxygen Of The World Was In Them. All The Feet Of The Babies Of The World Were In Them. All The Crotches Of The Angels Of The World Were In Them. All The Morning Kisses Of Philadelphia Were In Them.

I Would Like To Bury All The Hating Eyes Under The Sand Somewhere.

To Be Without God Is To Be A Snake / Who Wants To Swallow An Elephant.

My Life Has Appeared Unclothed In Court, Detail By Detail, Death-bone Witness By Death-bone Witness, And I Was Shamed At The Verdict.