My Age Fallen Away Like

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another Continent From Their Family At The Age Of Three.

Only One Ship Is Seeking Us, A Black-sailed Unfamiliar, Towing At Her Backa Huge And Birdless Silence. In Her Wakeno Waters Breed Or Break.

And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The Thought Of High Windows: The Sun-comprehending Glass, And Beyond It, The Deep Blue Air, That Shows Nothing, And Is Nowhere, And Is Endless.

I Wouldn't Mind Seeing China If I Could Come Back The Same Day.