(—In the cave of the self

the light shines only so far. After that

you have to crawl.

I searched for you and everything you touched

was magic half in bloom twice not knowing

whether to begin at the center or not.

Why look for happiness outside yourself.

Because, that’s why. The entrance

to the cave was still far off.

We traveled ‘by night’ and slept ‘by day’

perpendiculars rushing past and we were two

animals with western eyes waiting to cross

              the highway—)