After metamorphosis –
thought,
projected project,
my tongue at the door.
After the renewal of my skin,
Vows of ivory.
All thoughtful ideas are
material things.
Lines construct wishes
That let you down face to face.
After metamorphosis –
thought,
projected project,
my tongue at the door.
After the renewal of my skin,
Vows of ivory.
All thoughtful ideas are
material things.
Lines construct wishes
That let you down face to face.
Somewhere in the identified town,
an old friend who does not tire out
lights the lamp.
It’s amazing what forms he takes
when he is alone.
Indivisible shape of personal election
and sweltering affiliation.
Loyalty of nationality,
shown by unlimited birth.
Women and infants like
oil and flame.
Surrounded by the neighbors,
He lives the life he has been given,
cleaning the cleanest of plants.