Put your cheek against this cheek. Forget anger and men planning war. When I hold out silver coins, take them, and give me a cup of gold light. You can open the wide door of the sky. Surely you will open me. All I have is this emptiness. Give it a nickname. Breaker and healer, break and heal this head. Do not press your seal to that pistachio nut. Put it here. There is that in me
that has to be told fifty times a day, Stop hunting. Step on this net.