not whole but so the feet are cold tonight is already gone but still the moon is cold it wants pastures, it wants trees, it wants a glass of water so it’s got them cold so too the hands and the eyes they are cold they have water it is cold, they have a house and they have room to pace in and so too they pace where there is effort to be so cold so as the night is in pieces inside there, trees broken apart tight and separate coldnesses, they— being such a past, and frozen parts
17 April 1973