II

who is savedhas not presumedthey are luckywho is damnedhas not despairednot despairedI shall talk to youand my wordspenetratethe delicate traceryof your snowflakeheart’s venoussystem. In thisway, I am anintimate.This life scales.A voice isanimatewithinthe voice, a voicewithin and withinanother, as crystal iceextends dominionand despairsettles in generalover the land, winter.