And I Walked, I Walked Through The

(i Measure Time By How A Body Sways.)

I Came To Love, I Came Into My Own.

And Soon A Branch, Part Of A Hidden Scene,the Leafy Mind, That Long Was Tightly Furled,will Turn Its Private Substance Into Green,and Young Shoots Spread Upon Our Inner World.

The Body And The Soul Know How To Play In That Dark World Where Gods Have Lost Their Way.

I Am Overwhelmed By The Beautiful Disorder Of Poetry, The Eternal Virginity Of Words.