Where were these sticks Crossed over shallow mud? Like my heart, nude in the wind of your sighs, It came highest, to point out among the grain. I lost all, With truest signs, to accompany me In the soil, in the leaves. I feel the weights, Among the mirrors, Hollow in how deep Goes me, in the space beneath my feet, As does the reflection, of me. I see a beast, I drink blood from the feast Of entrails and veins, Among other nude hearts. Where did love go? Did it ever truly snow In a winter, without a north? I thought I saw myself staring towards a star, Towards the tip of a planet, When I was merely staring at the falling rain, The falling tears, of welling pain. Let me go, For I do not want to see your world, among mine. Your peace, is a blessing That can always hold With all the clothing you modest yourself with, With all the light you can care for yourself with.