Unseen down lane. Come petrified velvet. Close to me. I imagined you some place else. You who told me the truth outside. And so forth and so on. I saw in your face.
Word by word she spoke to me. Neath a mess of bygone linen. She listens as to dry a thousand tongues. My love is thin and thinning. . Some cherished flower.
On from here walkin' dreams awake. I think not, I think not. The sky comes king blown in every direction. And of no country, I am straw. . It is no mystery.