DESIRE The circumference of the earth now widened enormously, a new surface extent of it up in the air, miles high: metal shards, remains of missions. The operations up there, civilization's last expanse, a net to catch wealth, the gleam of coin coming off the vessels flying, and the reach of knowledge stretched on the leap, desire projected out of us; our greatest expense, desire, this rage of having, I know it well, it has torn us together. Looked down at my shoes, thinking how can I say this to him? What words? Or is it betrayal even to speak it? And the shoes themselves don't look that good--scuffed, muddied. That day walking through the show of Spring. Hand in hand. No one else there. That damp valley, streams tumbling out of caves, unrivaled existence. As if the caves pour a continuous life into the world, I said, as if it pours into and out of us in a green race of forever.
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