Bloody birth wriggling from the womb. Cries of life after the first difficult breath. How to grasp this new thread Tightening itself within the tapestry?
Part or Particle of God
Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes. I become
dry horizon dusk crimson passion births star shine cat chasing
Wanton vagabond wanders in vines of withering vanity. Accidental attention to detail. Deliberate explosion of ecstasy: suspended animation.