I have loved and clung to the life
in you.
I have a gift worth more than I can
give.
over tender terrain, struck in
essence—
more images, careful tragedy, more
sin.
I have disgraced myself, with two treasures
plus, ink, films, more property,
laughing
or dying, with personal passion in kef
those ashes, interior burning and
clashing.
crossing paths has brought tensity,
action;
in sensing dear joy, as it appears,
I love
as created, unredeemed, more serious
ink—
close to coming closer, at falling
into mud.
most reckless cares, claims,
comfort in lies;
to have done so great a mission to
try.
