Hey!
[LAUGHTER]
"To Drown in Honey."
"Now the leaves rush, greening, back.
Back now, the leaves push greenward, some such song,
or close to.
I forget the most of it.
His voice, and the words pooling inside it.
And the light for once not sexual, just light.
The light, as it should be.
You can build for yourself a tower to signal from.
Can become a still life, a slow ruin.
You can walk away.
They all say that.
Sir, I see no way out of it.
I have put my spade to the black loam
that the mind, at one moment, let's pass for truth,
at the next, oblivion.
I have considered.
I know what's buried there, emptiness
and renunciation and ash and ash.
Why, then, so suddenly, overnight almost, all the
leaves again?
Why now, rushing back?"