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?
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.