Let Our Scars Fall In

The Bud Stands For All Things, Even For Those Things That Don't Flower

Never Mind. The Self Is The Least Of It. Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

Little Sleep's-head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight, When I Come Back We Will Go Out Together, We Will Walk Out Together Among, The Ten Thousand Things, Each Scratched Too Late With Such Knowledge, The Wages Of Dying Is Love.

Kiss The Mouth Which Tells You, Here, Here Is The World. This Mouth. This Laughter. These Temple Bones.

The First Step... Shall Be To Lose The Way.