Sitting beside the curling water,
I play softly without
Thought to what,
If anything,
...
Fumbling, I arise sunlike
With the waking day risen.
Fumbling, from the sweetness
Of dreams.
...
Amen
Ah, death,
You hateful color,
Why do you stare,
Back at me?
Would I might go,
Into the world,
Out into the wide
World green.
Would I might pluck,
a single leaf,
Weep over every blade
of grass.
Oh death,
You hateful color,
Why have you bound me,
So fast?