into the strenuous briefness

Life:

handorgans and April

darkness, friends

i charge laughing.

Into the hair-thin tints

of yellow dawn,

into the women-coloured twilight

i smilingly

glide.    I

into the big vermillion departure

swim, sayingly;

(Do you think? ) the

i do, world

is probably made

of roses & hello:

(of solongs and, ashes)