There is hardly more than the eyes, the open air, the grass and the water in the distance . . . - LeRoy C. Breunig

One looks for some other words but the ideas are always just as dark, just as simple and singularly painful.

The happiness of man is devoid of chlorophyll no doubt because its specific condition is to evolve in the darkest and dankest caves of the heart.

"ADIEU

The glimmer farther away than the head
The heart-skip
On the slope where the air rolls its voice
The spokes of the wheel
the sun in the rut
At the crossroads
near the embankment
a prayer
Some words that are not heard
Nearer the sky
And on its steps
the last square of light

("Adieu")"