Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor

For You Are Abstract, Making No Mistake, Slurring No Word In The Rhythm You Make, The Poem, Writ In The Air.

Fall The Deep Curtains, Delicate The Weave, Fair The Thread.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

Lovers May Come And Go, There Was The Memory Of Blood, The Low Call.

I Will Be Free, No Lover's Kiss To Bind Me To Earth, No Bliss Of Love To Counteract Actual Bliss.