Monday, June 09, 2008

Transcript/translate

It matters, here
On this crowded bus
where humanity touches
and is of necessity
neither--afraid
nor--ashamed--

It matters, these nights I
do sleep,
when I do not leap at slight
noises,
when I--breathe,
and softly.

It matters, in the dark
when you--forgive me
By day, when I
am not tormented

By this which matters,
and that matter which--
and matter, matter, madder---.