Do You Love This World?

I Want To Think Again Of Dangerous And Noble Things. I Want To Be Light And Frolicsome. I Want To Be Improbable And Beautiful And Afraid Of Nothing As Though I Had Wings.

Drive Down Any Road, Take A Train Or An Airplane Across The World, Leave Your Old Life Behind, Die And Be Born Again~ Wherever You Arrive They'll Be There First, Glossy And Rowdy And Indistinguishable. The Deep Muscle Of The World.

You Only Have To Let The Soft Animal Of Your Body Love What It Loves.

If You Have Ever Gone Into The Woods With Me, I Must Love You Very Much.

What Can We Do But Keep On Breathing In And Out, Modest And Willing, And In Our Places?