I Wish I Could Find

The Indignity Of It!- With Everything Blooming Above Me, Lilies, Pale-pink Cyclamen, Roses, Whole Fields Lovely And Inviolate,- Me Down In The Fetor Of Weeds, Crawling On All Fours, Alive, In A Slippery Grave.

Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For Grubby Schoolboys.

The Mind Enters Itself, And God The Mind, And One Is One, Free In The Tearing Wind.

In The Kingdom Of Bang And Blab.

The Visible Exhausts Me. I Am Dissolved In Shadow.