Director
800 000 walkers Leave the house
Perfect the trees falling hazardous defeats
Interior gardens
Time between reason and desire
Heat flowers and bitter sun
Walk forth the meadow for the avowed joust
To refuse to love blood
To refuse to love anger
Folds to my unknown eyes twisting the real apanage
Firmly holding the nothing, realizing that of it there is no more
Than gaping hands
Multifolds until smaller
From then on some room
