In my love of day
My love invents another day
In my window night
Another night is invented
We are what we think
So carnival of carnal imaginations
Be still, learn to concentrate
For the calligraphy of fate
Shows sign-seeds of
Syllable-clusters, rampant sparks
That the stars in my hands
Invents a touch that deconstructs
Itself, these eyes that have
Taken these pages by storm
And this heart that cannot
Let any portion of the
World go unloved alone.