You were despondentwhen you were no longer young

No nothingwill give me that okayness.

The air is sodangerous. Blink twiceyou're off the path.

Don't worry, under the dyingis sadness, says love. Nothat is me talking.

Sometimesyou just get sick, evenin the mind, and there is nothingyou can do.

Love, relieve meof my fear of fear and ofmy fear of everything.

Little bodypitched into the pines of havingever been born.

and nothing is comingto rescue you from the cosmos.

The cosmos made you without your consentcoughed you out then stuck you in a bowand what a gift, a gift to be regifted,a gift that will annul itself for stars.