My Eyes Are Arid And Cold On A Portrait's Insides. I Am Time-hardened Wax And I Can See Wide! Fungus And Frost Have Fondled My Frontside And I- Did He Wonder And Wander In Small Ages? Did He Forget That I Died? He's Older And Ugly And A Beautiful Baby, He's Retinal Mist. Far Away, Far Away, Leaning And Turning, I Moan And I List!



Not Flying, Not Walking, Porous, Like Curtains, I Hang On The Dampness Of Spring! I've Known My Own Scrapings For So Many Years, I Know That Something Is Coming! Not Demon, Not Quickly, Gradual Breaking Glass... My Knees Will Go Out From Under Me! I've Borne My Own Weight For So Many Years, I Know The Ground Is Dissolving! Not Under, Not Behind, Not Slow And Torpid... I'm Far-away Attic Frost, Free And Untangled!



Didn't He Wonder? I Shall Surprise Him! Did He Forget? I Shall Remind Him! Please Hold My Hand, Beautiful, Ugly Man! I've Come Untangled, But We Shall Find Frost Again! Dizzy And Turning, You Never Need Walk! I Shall Carry You, Hold You, Early And Blinded! My Son Is No Burden, I'm Ancient With Sorrow Strength!