Long may you screw ++++++++++++++into the screes and glaciers
Bitten by a spider insane with laughter
They’ll play a tarantella
To greet you amigo, old fiddle tunes and frenzied dances,
“Gulf of Mexico” or “Alla Zampognara,”
To purge you, pal,

At the border on the summit in the mist.
You opened your mouth and I saw your disease,
You got better and worse,
Remain unappeased, and so I watch my breath,
And drops alight repeatedly like magic Chinese
Geese on my roof

Imagined by an old calligrapher,
Brushed rapidly on silk one ancient afternoon,
Behind stacked peaks.
Suddenly my roof’s a painted pavement,
A fragment of marsh from which to take
Flight to New Kingdom.