Look, Hasn't My Body Already Felt Like

And Now You'll Be Telling Stories Of My Coming Back And They Won't Be False, And They Won't Be True But They'll Be Real

The God Of Dirt Came Up To Me Many Times And Said So Many Wise And Delectable Things, I Lay On The Grass Listening To His Dog Voice, Frog Voice; Now, He Said, And Now, And Never Once Mentioned Forever From, One Or Two Things

Maybe The World, Without Us, Is The Real Poem.

Every Day I Walk Out Into The World / To Be Dazzled, Then To Be Reflective.

You Only Have To Let The Soft Animal Of Your Body Love What It Loves.