me perhaps you perhaps the trees (and thousands of them(i have seen) and thousands more await each day as grass of us belched of cloven stuff foil'd 'bout the neatness of gravestones)
there is a garden and i have been amongst who the stems of it sleeps girls in their skin awake;
in their skinny awake on unsure knees ushering
boysandgirls
to and fro
toandfro boys and girls
go into each other their lips and out comes the Earth.