Her Curiosity Instructed Her More Than The

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.

But I Welcome The Darkness Where The Two Eyes Of That Soft Panther Glow. The Darkness Is My Cultural Broth. The Enchanted Darkness. I Go On Speaking To You, Risking Disconnection: I’m Subterraneously Unattainable Because Of What I Know.

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.

I Only Achieve Simplicity With Enormous Effort

Today At School I Wrote An Essay About Flag Day Which Was So Beautiful, But Ever So Beautiful - For I Even Used Words Without Really Knowing What They Meant.