Wasp Hive in Cow’s Skull

On this ancient trunk With hanging branches, gray flax I’m a young branch. To grow: my sole passion. Green shoot rising high to the bright, I’ll bring red blossoms to argue: World, I’m right! From…

So appreciate your vigor in the days of your youth, before those days of sorrow come and those years arrive of which you will say, “I have no pleasure in them”; before sun and light and moon and…

[May] your mornings [be] blessed, [May] your life [be] long, [May] your enemies [be] shrouded, dead, [May] your [hot] breakfasts [be] poured, cooled.