That’s twice I forgot to take slips off the library counter. Remember it now. Try. Comes and goes. How did I start it? The sounds. Moomb woomb allwoombing toomb. Mouth to her kiss. No, two mouths. Glue them together. Gluey. Mouth to her mouth’s kiss. Wayawayawayawayaway. Ooeeehah. huh. Where? To evening lands. Omnis caro ad te veniet. His bat sails. Her bat shawl. On swift sail flaming. From storm and south. He comes, pale vampire. Mouth to my mouth. I am set naked on your kingdom. Oh, thy kingdom come! A winedark sea. Behold the handmaid of the moon. The moist star. Unto thee all flesh shall come. What is her burying grave, that is her womb? Tomb. Mouth to her womb. allwombing tomb. Oomb. Thou’rt my Mother from the Womb, Wife, Sister, Daughter to the Tomb. Trudges, schlepps, trains, drags, trascines. Across the sands of all the world. Is that what I wrote? Bridebed, childbed, bed of death, ghostcandled. Tides myriadislanded, within her. A tide westering, moondrawn. In sleep the wet sign calls her hour, bids her rise. Followed by the sun’s flaming sword. to the west. Trekking to evening lands. Pale vampire, through storm his eyes. Bloodying the sea. The winedark sea. O shit give it up. Who ever anywhere will read these written words?