I am enough;              |  the depths of the darkness took hold of him,
&  kissed the baser parts of her garden on the plains
on the waves of              Maecenas' worthy of taking
      in the forms of a greater number of mistresses
he leaves the center for a second,    |      calling in the
morning to watch the ways of the fallen,   the flames
burnt w/ invisible realities & invisible to the
public as much as to a stranger,               of the law of the Jew
leaving the green whenever                   Jesus had been hereto
find expressed the golden beauty of the poetry
of the life of the mind of the sun,  a boy,  the old
money & to work hard ******* a place of war,
hell, female,      a city of the stars of the goddess
of the future, the name of the male poet's death,
the word of the blood of the sea,            it is said,
her ***** was thinking her great hair was ruined
by my kids, baby, blue,  & the door of the hands
of the better I should know heaven, the moon,
from thence, do every day,   the whole history
of the life of a child handed skin to Igor call of a
fire season drunk; the American dream of heaven a ***** middle child