And guess he's fucking her and she's
taking pills or wearing a diaphragm
I know this is paradise
Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated1 combine harvester
And everyone young going down the long slide
To happiness endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me forty years back
An thought That'll be the life；
No God any more or sweating in the dark
about hell and that or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long side
Like free bloody2 birds. And immediately
Rather than words comes the thought of high windows：
The sun-comprehending glass
And beyond it the deep blue air that shows
Nothing and is nowhere and is endless.
