Heads without bodies, places without memories

a Child of Heaven who has hearts to spare.

She is sweetly here and I am very near and that is very lovely.

Moon, I said, We’re both scarred now. Are they quite beyond you, the simple words of love?

we’ll swim in milk and honey till we drown

in your opulent sadness

Her loveliness was curved And carved as silver is

your presence hid all of the earth and all of the sky from my sight.

feet to the stars… moon-skulled

you want to grieve for the fairy tale

she sleeps a charmed sleep: awake her not.

try to praise the mutilated world