Yes, go into the desert, into that paradox:

go into the mind like you have the desert, go there,

go ahead. Yes, drift back to the heart only when you care to

—as if you can—as if you can walk the miles back

to remember to forget the clothing of the heart.

Think it a paradox: the mind a desert.

And then your irregular other journey,

also stemming from the mind: so to say the face is upon the boat,

the shovels in the face—the vessel casting off, already has,

under the disdainful yet knowing yet close yet offish in the distance

white other face which is longing and is looking:

think this the window the heart gazes from,

o so poor to reduce any story to heart.

And be it unknown: for fear the mind will know:

the whispering, side to side, gazing indirectly at the thing

to see what is upon the side:

                                                kiss the mind, again and again,

                                                the mind shall desire many

                                                kisses.