The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is

There’s A Morning When Presence Comes Over Your Soul. You Sing Like A Rooster In Your Earth-colored Shape. Your Heart Hears And, No Longer Frantic, Begins To Dance.

The Branch Might Seem Like The Fruit's Origin: In Fact, The Branch Exist Because Of The Fruit.

Last Night You Left Me And Slept Your Own Deep Sleep. Tonight You Turn And Turn. I Say, 'you And I Will Be Together Till The Universe Dissolves.' You Mumble Back Things You Thought Of When You Were Drunk.

The Universe And The Light Of The Stars Come Through Me.

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.