WHAT WE HAVE one sky becomes another one life becomes smaller in the distance if I say I have only lost one time I feel relieved because it's true one sky is contagious to another it catches what the other had and sends it on all our days the same fever burns above and here I am losing the one time I have to someone else I may know or not but anyway he won't keep it either and every new sky with its old fever smiles down and tenses itself to throw itself away and if the great mass of them is the whole of what we have burn burn burn