On my way to die I laughed on the only breast Alight with no continence Nothing grown or known How cool the breeze that licked my arms! How quick my step! Trees that lived in autumn winds Wilting through my mind My limbs were hanging wilfully Unfastened from that page Curled into and yet away From the animal breath On my way to die I laughed on the only breast
Never was there message Only was there fact A different kind of diagram Sealed with exclusion Now support my need Living uncontained My form, it leaks all kinds of things I scent every lack To pride and to origin I once again repair To leaves and to earth In some traditional sense Never was there message Only was there fact