I passed through a door
To where hot lions lay in the sun still as stone
Perhaps stone:
And the eyes of one advised me to adopt their
Lassitude or I would die:
So I watched with them
I saw the body of a young wife terribly unvisited
And a lake which would not speak in the altered
The wind writing its surface illegibly:
I sensed the limitations again and hurt with
The limitations:
I would not capitulate to generosity
I declined to be wise hating the currents of
Wise blood:
I nursed my criminality on the wall of falling vines
And the birds drowsed in my presence
The warm wall kinder even than that woman love that
Asks only for your eyes to close

16th June