249.
Where there should be a road
I write with what I gave you gave me
back
all exchanges spiral into one
this is the point the start the
target the soul
will you get to the point I am the
point
there is no other a minute is my
mother
trees look away today don’t dry on me
I need your perfect beauty in every
line
some people get no older it is a play
retrieve the rain that washes the
rose
cistus or labdanum brings the dying back
to life
offer this resin in the temple and
see what god appears.
250.
To Venus Virgin Mother of the world
he wrote
shaky Latin his mind on something
else
because nothing is born it all is
here forever
love makes us turn our notice to each
thing
though things appear to enter the
world they were here all along
I like you will you like me back the
only song a child knows
I will lick your back of course of
course
each of us is apt for every need just
find the way
if you believe that you’ll believe
anything
I believe everything because I know
but what he knows he wouldn’t say
leaves it to you to find the right
word.
