..WHEN IN A SULTRY NIGHT SHOT WITH LIGHTNINGS THE PLANE IS LANDING AT BEAUVAIS OR KALAMAZOO
& A STEWARDESS MOVES ABOUT QUIETLY SO NOT TO WAKE ANYONE WHILE THE CELLULAR WAX OF CITIES GLIMMERS BENEATH
I BELIEVED I WOULD UNDERSTAND BUT IT IS LATE & I KNOW NOTHING EXCEPT LAUGHTER & WEEPING
THE WET GRASSES OF FERTILE DELTAS CLEANSED ME FROM TIME & CHANGED ALL INTO A PRESENT WITHOUT BEGINNING OR END