This
is my hat, this is my wand.
Here she is, my mate,
With me. She is.
A
head of worms:
My thoughts. My door
Out of this world.
I should belong to be
Look
from within
That intolerable bin
Which I spread out
As I'm watched through the sides
My
hands that hold
Two white doves
Also secrete sweat
Which no one feels.
Like
the sky is my time,
Vast and seemingly endless.
I begin to set out
Along this stretch of road
Along this stretch of road