...i Am The Immense Shadow Of My

Everything's A Fan. Brother, Open Up Your Arms. God Is The Pivot.

Devoutly The Teachers Point Out Huge Fumigated Domes; But Beneath The Statues There's No Love, No Love Beneath The Eyes Set In Crystal. Love Is There, In Flesh Ripped By Thirst, In The Tiny Hut Struggling Against The Flood; Love Is There, In Ditches Where Snakes Of Hunger Wrestle, In The Sad Sea That Rocks Dead Gulls, And In The Darkest Stinging Kiss Under Pillows.

Green How I Want You Green. Green Wind. Green Branches.

There Is Nothing More Poetic And Terrible Than The Skyscrapers' Battle With The Heavens That Cover Them.

Today In My Heart A Vague Trembling Of Stars And All Roses Are As White As My Pain.