ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 8
DESIRE
The circumference of the earth now widened enormously, a new
surface extent of it up in the air, miles high: metal shards,
remains of missions. The operations up there, civilization's
last expanse, a net to catch wealth, the gleam of coin coming
off the vessels flying, and the reach of knowledge stretched
on the leap, desire projected out of us; our greatest expense,
desire, this rage of having, I know it well, it has torn us
together. Looked down at my shoes, thinking how can I say
this to him? What words? Or is it betrayal even to speak it?
And the shoes themselves don't look that good--scuffed, muddied.
That day walking through the show of Spring. Hand in hand. No
one else there. That damp valley, streams tumbling out of caves,
unrivaled existence. As if the caves pour a continuous life
into the world, I said, as if it pours into and out of us in
a green race of forever.