It's true;
there's a secret sacred room in you
where you daydream
great birds
and huge fish
in dark water
and labor to translate
experience into words.
and labor to translate
experience into words.
But though you're content
with the worth
of this arrangement,
the halo
of loneliness
which serves
as your lighting
will diminish over time
with the dearth
of your returns.
How long does it take
to furnish a language?
What hellbent book
What hellbent book
are your days
and nights writing?