enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh　　is singing)silence:but unsinging.

In　　spectral such hugest how hush,one　　dead leaf stirring makes a crash　　-far away(as far as alive)lies　　april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some　　perpetually roaming whylessness-　　autumn has gone:will winter never come?

　　o come,terrible anonymity;enfold　　phantom me with the murdering minus of cold　　-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-　　scatter his nothing all over what angry skies and　　gently　　(very whiteness:absolute peace,　　never imaginable mystery)　　descend【enter no查看网站：[db:时间]】