And she,
she is the seed I
crave with a thirst never relieved
She is the poetry and
Psalm of every heart born
and she is the rhythm of
the trance
I trip into
and lose
the world
to mysterious circumstance
where scholars dress their
guesses with titles of nobility
and the hobnob crowds beneath cry,
plead, and pray
for the relief I
no longer seekâ?¦
