gee i like to think of dead

　　gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper firmer

　　since darker than little round water at one end of the well it's

　　too cool to be crooked and it's too firm to be hard but it's sharp

　　and thick and it loves, every old thing falls in rosebugs and

　　jackknives and kittens and pennies they all sit there looking at

　　each other having the fastest time because they've never met before

　　dead's more even than how many ways of sitting on your head your

　　unnatural hair has in the morning

　　dead's clever too like POF goes the alarm off and the little striker

　　having the best time tickling away everybody's brain so everybody

　　just puts out their finger and they stuff the poor thing all full

　　of fingers

　　dead has a smile like the nicest man you've never met who maybe winks

　　at you in a streetcar and you pretend you don't but really you do

　　see and you are My how glad he winked and hope he'll do it again

　　or if it talks about you somewhere behind your back it makes your neck

　　feel pleasant and stoopid and if dead says may i have this one and

　　was never introduced you say Yes because you know you want it to dance

　　with you and it wants to and it can dance and Whocares

　　dead's fine like hands do you see that water flowerpots in windows but

　　they live higher in their house than you so that's all you see but you

　　don't want to

　　dead's happy like the way underclothes All so differently solemn and

　　inti and sitting on one string

　　dead never says my dear,Time for your musiclesson and you like music and

　　to have somebody play who can but you know you never can and why have to?

　　dead's nice like a dance where you danced simple hours and you take all

　　your prickly-clothes off and squeeze-into-largeness without one word and

　　you lie still as anything in largeness and this largeness begins to give

　　you,the dance all over again and you,feel all again all over the way men

　　you liked made you feel when they touched you(but that's not all)because

　　largeness tells you so you can feel what you made,men feel when,you touched,

　　them

　　dead's sorry like a thistlefluff-thing which goes landing away all by

　　himself on somebody's roof or something where who-ever-heard-of-growing

　　and nobody expects you to anyway

　　dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the round well and

　　see the kitten and the penny and the jackknife and the rosebug

　　and you

　　say Sure you say (like that) sure i'll come with you you say for i

　　like kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do and rosebugs i do