My eyes were clenched, they are opening …
everything, nothing …
We aren’t afraid.
The earth drips through us
Now I want to live forever
Now I could scatter my body easily
if it was any use
now that the earth has rained through us
green white
green green grass.
You say you came to say if I live without you
I’ll live. That’s always been your story.
Jean Valentine, from “The Messenger” (1979)
