There are weeks, whole months, when I read only the ancients.
There’s a cut off: Paracelsus is modern—he believes in the future.
I mean the dark one, the river compulsive,
A man who made clocks from string…
Time is a game played beautifully by children.
Lately this is all I can think of.
When I was very small I lived by the sea.
Nobody loved me and I wasn’t confused.