I went into the mountains to interest myself

In the fabulous dinners of hosts distant and demure.

The foxes followed with endless lights.

Some day I am to build the wall

Of the box in which all angles are shown.

I shall bounce like a ball.

The towers of justice are waving

To describe the angles we describe.

Oh we have been so far

To instruct the birds in our cold ways.

Near me I heard a sound,

The line of a match struck in care.

It is late to be late.

Let us ascend the hearts in our hearts.

Let us ascend trees in our heads,

The dull heads of trees.

It is pain in the hand of the ungodly

To witness all the sentries,

The perfumed toque of dawn,

The hysteric evening with empty hands.

The snow creeps by; many light years pass.

We see for the first time.

We shall see for the first time.

We have seen for the first time.

The snow creeps by; many light years pass.

I cannot agree or seck

Since I departed in the laugh of diamonds

The hosts of my young days.