When I'm a gigantic age
and I lack youth and rage,
I'll know at last the best thoughts come from feelings
and feelings from thoughts cannot be trusted.
Innocent, I saw romantic tales.
And then I lusted.
I will return to the valley where feelings are all,
a valley with gushing streams, where every furry flower grows tall,
and thoughts grow from feelings;
no feeling is manufactured
by a disconnected thought;
a feeling is never killed, or by another feeling bought.
In this land, thought cannot get the upper hand---
feelings bathe the understanding. Feelings are how we understand.
We will never be tricked by words.
My bed will have millions of birds
and undulating streams,
gigantic wisdom hiding inside gigantic dreams.
