The Cell

It is the writerfs objectto supply the hollow greenand yellow life of thehuman IIt rains with rains suppliedbefore I learned to typealong the sides who whenasked what we have incommon with nature replied opportunityand sizeReaders of the practical helpThey then resideAnd resistance is accurate \ itrocks and rides the momentumWords are emitted by therocks to the eyeMotes, parts, genders, sights collideThere are concavitiesIt is not imperfect tohave died

October 6, 1986

(Lyn Hejinian. The Cell. Los Angeles: Sun & Moon, 1992.