Letter Seven

nighttime and I died and all the pieces of me scattered through the sharp curve of sky and came to rest on their own hesitations (my restlessness proven and the hope of a sometime

peace mockery as cheerful as the laughing girl at Playland

you said the years from 18 - 22 were the most important in anybody's life so I tried to think what had happened to me then (since I should think about these things at the last and I wanted to know what I did with myself

I know what I waited

what was it like you say it was under water and breathing blood and it was like waiting it was like waiting

I can't tell you the dead

see themselves suspended in a spiderweb caught between

and they do not touch back again

so you must ask me another night when you have begun to live a second time and I can give you a third answer to what is after all only one question