The Things I Have Are

O Do Not Weep, She Says, For Ages Past I Was And I Endure

Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your Heaven Less Hell.

There's A Black Rose Growing In Your Garden.

But Beauty Is Set Apart, Beauty Is Cast By The Sea, A Barren Rock, Beauty Is Set About With Wrecks Of Ships.

No Poetic Phantasy But A Biological Reality, A Fact: I Am An Entity Like Bird, Insect, Plant Or Sea-plant Cell; I Live; I Am Alive.