I know that I will love
Living my life every day...
The fire crackles
The fire roars...
Abba
You hold our hands...
From one eternal infinity,
Always was and thus will be...
My mother is over ninety,
diminishing day by day...
He
brushed me off...
Why is the exact never attained,
yet ceaselessly sought...
Hand and guitar,
concave and convex...
The supermarket,
though filled with goods...
All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest...
Lo—
they crusade to crucify...
The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved...