There is no dawn so dark it will not find the day

I am a box of surprises and you will never know what you’ll pull.

Back there, amid the dust, and the color of her vaguely troubled me.

Bones of things whale-bones and potsherds and spiders' webs glistening.

I don't want to look at it even. Seems to sort of hypnotize me into tasting it.

Hands elephantine in size, but gently now and finely muscled.

What is it that drives me to retrace my steps?

There are so many of us who are subject to this madness.

His fingers touched her neck. They flicked aside her garment till her shoulder lay bare.

So now Carma began to sing. The men stopped to listen.

Why am I drawn irresistibly back into these regions of morning?

This is the female form, vapor. This is flesh, constellated.

Lonely? I got such a laughing loneliness, you'd drop dead in its presence.

Cane