Certified nightmare — the grope for the skins that have disappeared — under the blanket there might…
The deep breaths we tookto get to hereare gone, againDoubtful they’re coming backand I don’t think…
The loves of one lifecoming forward to be shorncut down to sizein the sprawl of the new one
This left is as goodas the right
No art can rest nowor ever for that matteron what it has been.
