Nononoticenono

Want to get across miles and miles barren,
Waste land, (we’re alone, now, that,)

Wish you You,we’re here, the rest.
To follow, would you ? Wave by by,would you descend
To the limit, would you become me, who had already become you.

The winter solstice again unnoticed among the lush green, the ferns of yesterday where quietly flows,
The gurgling, churning brook

Of past desire, of harangues tolled, bells far away somewhere in Italy , of our cornered soul in hidden greyish latticed Romanesque hideaways,

The boy me that was you fell ill when she left,
Returned to the whispered elegance of a breathed but slightly elongated whispered unheard,

Which was the deep down last message?

Again you protract it as it were never to happen, yet still ,
Already so caught up, as it never, but now?

Yes, yes, yes turn turn, turn.