.	For d.a.levy and john cornillon all the wind rain tears everything ending before your eyes the horror pushing over ribbed land hills in spring the pass then winter death jack your desolation how to get by it or get by with it how to wake and not sleep on how to walk under darkness bridges rivers all water me hunting through papers for something i don't know what buying wine beer breaking trying to write or work all my sadness all my private lakes of lostness all my madness everything here is a package of flesh that moves here i am no longer undone with fear here burning poems in my hands waving my arms in a storm here talking through my ears dancing over bridges in an overcoat of leaves here myself invisible i stand waiting a flower in my fly as you find something - Kent Taylor, 1965 Appeared in Gooseberry 2 & Late Stations