A poet sobers up. A seer sits up. Sees a literary establishment. A mother. An order seamless as glass. Sees his enemy and says: let’s be honest. Says to the child: let’s be honest. Let’s act like adults. The poem reveals a word. A hole punched in glass, foreign matter quaking forth a rash. Sees the world’s immune system attack. A boy becomes a master of illusions. A seer seeks truth. Sprays acid on his illusions. Wilts the world to its essentials. Pain comes to terms with a lyre. A lyre lives to retire. A poet asks the question: On whom can we depend? The one who knows the self is other depends on himself. Is hobbled and becomes dependent. The sky breaks open with my light. My love feeds the world. A word becomes the emblem of the victory of the world, a man with money. A poet becomes a man with money, truth in one body and soul. I want a wife, a son I can teach.