Your Entrails Are your own stargazer, Own scheme matcher And own lewd elegance: Thoughts on thoughts on thoughts on thou- “An asterism maker? Roger that, I make of issues forms At touch Of dots Just like those in your beloved constellations’ Stars of more than one splotch”.
Only when you let your Insides form a constellation of what you let in will you truly make it born in your thought and link it to the memory