I Think to Live May Be a Crocodile
I think to live may be a bliss
And when I asked him why
Beyond my limit to conceive
Go far too swiftly byI think the heart I former wore
I weep because of pears
The other, like the little bank
And dark and crooked stairsI think the days could every one
I weep because of socks
And majesty be easier
Like dance and shadowboxNo numb alarm lest difference come
Washes the sand in a pile
No start in apprehension's ear
I've never learned to smileBut certainties of sun
"...my reptile friend," I said
A steadfast south upon the soul
Your eyes, though wide, be red.The vision pondered long
You could smile if you chose
That I esteem the fiction real
And wipe your eyes and noseHow bountiful the dream
And laugh because of pears
Had all my life but been mistake
And dark and crooked stairsfin.