"Sparrow, rose, pine, ash, green, ivy, wasp, thrush, wake,
spider, star--
my facts shall be falsehoods.
My sparrow shall brood in rose.
My pine shall be a stem that's hers.
A thorn shall hold and thrall the sky.
My ivy twined around my wrists.
My pulse an arbor over me.
My spider shall walk upon the echo.
Caught a bell-tone blown vibrant on breeze.
My wasp shall be honey's viceroy in me.
Her wilderness shall deny as greenwood does.
Flame-- my star shall be bright to shatter my song and tendril.
Grows woods deep in dictionary.
Worthy aster springs rootless upward into bliss.
My music shall bewilder.
My own heart shall be falsehood to common sense."