Burning tree upon the hill
and burning tree within my heart,
what kinship stands between the two,
...
Within the hollow wave there lies a world,
gleaming glass-perfect, rising to be hurled
into a thousand fragments on the sand,
...
Already I have shed the leaves of youth,
stripped by the wind of time down to the truth
of winter branches. Linear and alone
...
Here sits the Unicorn
In captivity;
His bright invulnerability
...