Black, the color of space, mourning,
is green for rain. As if a legend to a map,
I saw the room and
wanted the life.
Wool men! we must consider:
what beauty means in the moth’s world.
Come this far. Look briefly
into the past. Living in a house inside a house,
you receive a transmission of “meaning” energy
you cannot decipher.
Nothing marks the turn.
Source of the text – Greenstreet, Kate. The Last 4 Things. Boise: Ahsahta Press, 2009, p.24.