Emissions in the Dark

Once I was on earth and I liked it. I got to look at my toes underwater. They looked bigger than they were in real life. As anyone can tell by looking at it sugar is meaningless. You are not supposed to stay in the hot tub longer than ten minutes. After that it is meaningless. Like white poinsettias. I mean at Christmas. Maybe Christmas is meaningless too but we used to pretend it was not and I liked that. It's pointless. I don't actually know what a football looks like. I think they have something to do with babies. The man is carrying a baby across a field. He is trying to save it. It's hard. Sometimes people die trying to do things. That's OK. There are things more important than life or death. I miss holding my breath.

Best of luck to those bestowed with dark talents and no good fortune   I've seen them wake up on sea shores and light cigarettes as only those who long for teasing and tiny caresses can   Best of luck to these nomadic proletarians who put their heart in everything

The leaves on the macadam make a noise- How soft the grass on which the desired Reclines in the temperature of heaven-

Like tales that were told the day before yesterday- Sleek in a natural nakedness She attends the tintinnabula-

And the wind sways like a great thing tottering- Of birds called up more than the sun, Birds of more wit, that substitute-

Which suddenly is all dissolved and gone- Their intelligible twittering For unintelligible thought. 

And yet this end and this beginning are one, And one last look at the ducks is a look At lucent children round her in a ring.