You Can Crush The Flowers, But You

I Like On The Table, When We're Speaking, The Light Of A Bottle Of Intelligent Wine.

I Believed That The Way Passed Through Man, And That It Was From There That Destiny Had To Emerge.

Then Scale By Scale, We Strip Off The Delicacy And Eat The Peaceful Mush Of Its Green Heart.

So I Wait For You Like A Lonely House Till You Will See Me Again And Live In Me. Till Then My Windows Ache.

How You Must Have Suffered Getting Accustomed To Me, My Savage, Solitary Soul, My Name That Sends Them All Running. So Many Times We Have Seen The Morning Star Burn, Kissing Our Eyes, And Over Our Heads The Grey Light Unwinds In Turning Fans.