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| There was a time when I was filled with such urgency! I was filled with a story which must be told. Then, it seems, I fell into a hole in winter, and went to sleep. Today the persistent sun boils the blood in my head and throughout my body, inciting me to madness. I dream of walking naked into the mountains and then following the mountains into the south, to where they become jungle. I am looking, again, for some kind of intense experience or to become holy. Summer is for living naked under the sky, and summer wants to last forever. I think I will explode! I notice the people around me do not share these feelings. |
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