-lights out- fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneousecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,the gland inside of my brain dischargingthe good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) asi hap-down and hold all my body partsdown to a deadstop trance-Healingall my sicknesses-erasing all-noteven the shred of a "I-hope-you" or
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mindblank, serene, thoughtless.
When a thoughtcomes a-springing from afar with its held-forth figure of image, you spoof it out,you spuff it off, you fake it, andit fades, and thought never comes-andwith joy you realize for the first time"thinking's just like not thinking-So I don't have to think any more"
