False Reason leaps at Beauty’s throat.
The grinning beast you thought was your only hope
lives only to kill.
What wisdom leads only to death?

Death is unwise.
You wring yourself dry
while growing grass
splits mountains.

If truth is despair,
what is truth?
Elsewhere.
Consider: an open eye
looks up as well as down.
What is closed in us?

(Probably around 1972)