(no subject)
since feeling is continuous
who pays attention to the countability of sets
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to place foolishness
in correspondence with a finite Season.
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than monotony
lady i swear by untallied kisses. Don't cry
--the best advice of disapproving old men let us value
as one involuntary impulse which says
we are one-to-one and onto: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for death's one left square bracket
And life i think is space-filling