The blind space of low clouds The breeze that moves them Over my forehead/third eye The moon that hangs Half and orange Your letter sits by my bed Rode all the way Tide-twisted from China Heavy in love Your words spring toward My dreaming dreary brain I suspend your picture Hand's length from my heart Remind me to recycle Change my underwear And take in my bicycle For all of its energies Life's lazy in love The in and out is active Your letter sticks To never be resurrected My hands are glue The sink is the fun My hands are glue