We All Have An Old

Half A Page--and The Morning Is Already Ancient.

Every Night I Cut Out My Heart. But In The Morning It Was Full Again

All I Desired Was To Walk Upon Such An Earth That Had No Maps.

... The Desert, Where There Is The Communal Book Of Moonlight. We Were Among The Rumour Of Wells. In The Palace Of Winds.

There Are Betrayals In War That Are Childlike Compared With Our Human Betrayals During Peace. The New Lovers Enter The Habits Of The Other. Things Are Smashed, Revealed In A New Light. This Is Done With Nervous Or Tender Sentences, Although The Heart Is An Organ Of Fire.