I will not be left out of all, I will not be separated from you until you prostrate, I will not be the air I say sacrifice, tell your body to sacrifice If I give up all, I will not be dawn Dawn. I dont, whispering me whisper to me, my destination to the end Granny, I will not be fled to you and my reader, on the poetic night House, my own nest Rainfall, Green Green. I am not firm I dont have an immortal savior I have always starred in prostration kissing you on the threshold of The grudge against the night -time Read the dawn, O you, the little poet Tibet I am not running out of work I am infinite mystic, again in the middle of my I have worked on, in the turbulence of the sonnet Blue St, I walked down the coast
